January 2013
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September 2012
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August 2012
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Scared
I suppose I’m scared. I’m scared of the men standing in the alley, scared of the bills in my mailbox, scared of the internet and the deep web. I’m scared of the future and shag carpets, I’m scared of mad dogs big dogs strong dogs. I’m scared that no one will find me beautiful. I’m scared that no one will find me smart witty artistic talented – wonderful....
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July 2012
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move slow
watching large black man
skateboarding in the park
slowly moving on the court.
right leg adjusts to sway
the board
just so.
knees bent, adjusting
to the dips of the earth
if ever so slightly.
watching thin white man
pour milk into espresso
flicks hand holding the pitcher
sways just barely
creates a tulip of foam and
bean
just so.
watching wiry white woman
bringing lips to...
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In America
Friday the thirteenth
thunder rolling thru the clouds
breaking in flashes – and this is July
month of sunstorms
and sunburns
now the rain – falling like bricks
breaking on the broken up
concrete outside my window
This month is the hottest
it has ever been
in America.
Next month will be hotter.
Seems only to be getting hotter
anymore.
something to do with clouds
holding in...
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These Speeds Will Change You
I wanna climb up to the top
of the water tower and shoot off bottle rockets.
I wanna hear them whistle as they reach
heights that I can’t from my tiny place on earth
‘its so nice from up hereeeeeeee’
‘the moon is so big’
‘these speeds will change you’
love like this, before the crash
is wanting only for a landing pad
.
words are just formulas for...
June 2012
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May 2012
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April 2012
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Walking Downhill
My phone buzzes. It’s Glo.
We’ve been having a hard time
communicating. Text messaging
is subtle. I’m apologizing for
being so spaced out.
In the text box it looks contrived.
I add a :)
now it looks sincere.
I google search ‘things that are green’.
Thumbnails of green things
cover the screen.
I google ‘forest fires’.
I google ‘fishing...
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March 2012
5 posts
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Street Therapy
The ‘Seattle freeze’ is characterized by hunched up shoulders, coat lapels popped up to hide the face and eyes stuck to the cement. Strangers moving here will complain about how difficult it is to make friends in a city where people go out of their way to ignore one another.
Socialization is difficult in the winter especially. The sky is one big gray backdrop, spitting water like a...
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New York City is Full of People →
soon to come - Seattle is Full of People (from yours truly). And yes, it’s a love letter. click title for article
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All U Can Eat
The grass in Las Vegas isn’t real grass. It’s made of plastic. Astro Turf. Melted down tires reconstructed and dyed green. Bits of ‘lawn’ are sectioned off and are labeled as dog relief stations. Suntanned women plop frail, shaking dogs onto the turf. It couldn’t be real grass because real grass requires real water. And there is no water. The brownish sludge that...
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February 2012
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Rest Home
It had been a long time since time wasn’t measured by the daily card games in the recreation hall and the alternating flavorless nutritionally satisfying slop offered in the dining room. It had been a long time since it was deemed safe enough for her to drive a car. It had been a long time since she was able to sleep on her own schedule, allowing herself to lay in bed and wake up slowly,...
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How The Universe Works
I remember I had this biology teacher, Mr. Smith. He was the school’s wrestling coach and was into Sublime. While we dissected frogs he played “Badfish” - I always thought he was a stoner. I was probably right. Mr. Smith was really ripped. He had muscles like I had never seen before and worked out in the school’s gym 5 times a week. One day he was bench pressing some absurd amount of...
January 2012
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Confessions of a Facebook Stalker
It’s 1am. The snow is thick on the ground and the news is reporting that it will only be around for another day or so. I should be outside doing what people my age do – drinking beer and sledding down Denny hill - but I’m inside and my computer is sitting squarely on my lap. My interaction with the internet is more impulse than anything else. Double click on Firefox, then a single...
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On Snooki
I hate it when people find out that I’m into reality TV and judge me for it. To the pretentious guy scoffing in the corner rolling his eyes – get over it. Denying the guilty pleasure of watching ‘The Situation’ knock himself out by running headfirst into a wall is denying your humanity. I see self important dudes like this all over Seattle – sipping tiny machiattos and...
