A teacher tests these lines...
Understanding there is no write way
Whatever we do
Love is a cycle - ...
The excavation
This cancer aggravating...
I would invite myself
If I could redo the day...
Stuck in this cycle of recurrence
If it were a true story....
Meditations on The Last Poet
I ride to zem as though on the last SUP fearing...
The after party
This idea of orange carpet and...
A past and a future
Some days I am like Wall-e sifting through mountains of archives feeling alone in a community of things...
The music of practice
This music that I hear...
The word as a vehicle
What is fortune but a...
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