The dodge is broke down. Here, just past Turtle Bay on Oahu’s North Shore, in the parking lot in front of Fumi's Kahuku Shrimp truck.
A night with the stars, and all that I'm left with is questions.
NOTE: The following was written in a nightclub in Honolulu, on a collection of paper towels that I got from the restroom.
A way with words
NOTE: I wrote this in a remote mountain village in north Africa. It was sunrise.
Someone recently told me that I have a way with words.
A way with words.
Someone recently told me that I have a way with words.
A way with words.
The Ghost of She
The wall.
I’ve been staring at it for the past three hours.
It hasn’t moved. Wait a minute - no, that was just my stomach.
I’ve been staring at it for the past three hours.
It hasn’t moved. Wait a minute - no, that was just my stomach.
Spaghettification: On coming home, after a long time away.
Driving along the gray asphalt “Scenic Byway” that is Langley Loop: wind, rain, and the vestigial radio waves of talking heads hit my windshield as I make my way to drop off my next resume.
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