Exemption
freedom from a false sense of connection
JAKE
The Destroyers
healing the land will not come from working beyond our means
If Only for a Moment
I found myself somewhere between pleasure and fear. Surely that unflinching stare was searching for the very essence of my soul.
What Remains
Last Wednesday, there she was, sitting in the corner by the $675 splattered paint on wall by local artist installation when she saw it, approaching from the entrance and using the handicapped button to help it because without muscles it no longer had a strong grip.
Don't You Dare Take My Keys
First, take the brown vase / take the one close to it too, the vase with oriental motifs
A Guide to Living and Dying on the Digital Frontier
“Remind me again why you’re writing a burn piece about yourself.”
Poem After a Poetry Reading
other title ideas included / Fear and Railing in New York / Getting Railed on a Hammock