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Maydays

Pinch, punch, taking a walk. Trash in the creek, an old foot-massager, and trees that release cotton snow you run away from. A young man sits on a stump near the bike trail with some luggage, beneath a tree to … Continue reading

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It’s been raining lately

When I walk this town I walk with tempered boots. I walk this town like the rain — softly, and never often enough. And when I move, I hope they’ll say, “he walked this town with dignity.” San José. With … Continue reading

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