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Month: April, 2016


failing to be quiet, i eat potato chips and write a poem while they snore.

city council

arriving late to bring the boy to school— an impromptu neighborhood meeting occurs. i’m not the only one inspired to start a band by this spring morning’s young songbirds.


despite this winningstreak, tears on the baseball field.dusty afternoon.


early spring, a good day for sports–fruit flies gathered ’round a skillful spider.