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best before

Perched on this spiral shelf this Guggenheim design allows me to observe the downward flow nightmare skid in fact that as we near the bottom outraces elevators. The smiling doorman waits to embrace everyone who leaves at day’s end. It … Continue reading

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Wheel

Sunset brings children home: sun bronzed, scraped, laden with adventure, trophies, disappointment, lessons of the world; unready for a bath, a story, and bed. And when my sunset finally calls my old bones, that return is set into motion with … Continue reading

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Leaving (3)

stare at the unbelievable polished oak and brass thing you are in sinks away I turn from the hole the incredible gap in the whole of us Face the hole in the world hole that is a blank wall I … Continue reading

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