BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through your thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpet caressed by […]

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BEFORE THE RUSH

  Pause and push move and be moved, people push air push breath push will on paths in parks, pushing moments slow moving moments unfolding in parks where breath is paused where time is teased, as if turned back, as if tempered move and be moved pause and push before the rush. All words and […]

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