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Laundering

Ten minutes ago, I was standing in the small room that juts out into a tiny corridor on one side of our apartment pod. The buildings are each shaped like a sphere or hexagon of sorts, and the small passage on the side is where the laundry machines are. I have had many clothes piling … Continue reading

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While Camping

Blog from a few days ago while I was in Whitewater State Park.  The sun is on the brink of setting. All the people in their campground sites are just starting fires now, the smoke drifting up and over the trees. The woods smell fresh, after rain, and there are several crickets or frogs chorusing … Continue reading

Indian Winter.
Poetry

Indian Winter.

My heart beats in a circle, and I wait for the drum of grey in my chest cavity to hush and see. This is how we live our days, charging everything into light sockets while the bread turns black and the window sky outside dampens into a cold husk. I don’t want this to be … Continue reading

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100°F out.

In honor of the breathing-through-a-wet-towel-like heat outside today, here is a summer playlist. 1. Arctic Rhino – Bomba de Luz (this band is still in highschool) 2.  Dance to Another Tune – First Aid Kit 3. To a Poet – First Aid Kit 4. Early In the Morning, I’ll Come Calling – James Vincent McMorrow 5. … Continue reading