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What Moves, Moves

What nature makes is bet­ter. The right angles that I focus on are not found in what flows eas­ily, nat­u­rally. My mind finds the right angles, my heart, the flow. Sim­ple as that. Or this… I can’t write about any­thing new. … Con­tinue read­ing

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For All Of Us…Goodnight

Pay atten­tion. I am not going to waste space here:We look at one another wait­ing for one to change the other. We say to each other and we hear from pro­fes­sion­als, that we attract the peo­ple who amplify our dark … Con­tinue read­ing

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Flowers on Maui

My son fears no per­son. He (lit­er­ally) runs to strangers. I have a prob­lem with this. The prob­lem is me. I do not run to any­one, stranger or oth­er­wise. I wait for them to get their asses over to me. … Con­tinue read­ing

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Can’t Make This Up

I am only telling you what I saw. Don’t ask me. I don’t know noth­ing. Couldn’t tell you…had noth­ing to do with it. This is exactly what hap­pened: You have no idea what it’s been like here, Besides I just … Con­tinue read­ing

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Unlikely

Even against the back­drop of the world, life, you, I hold my own. I never knew that before.

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No Beginning and No Ending

I am going to try to relate this to you in a way that does not sound con­trived. It’s impos­si­ble. It is con­trived. Con­trived means that it was obvi­ously planned. This, what I am telling you about, was, and yet … Con­tinue read­ing

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It Goes Fast, One Second At A Time

The dif­fer­ence between what I make up is real and what is real…is unknown to me.

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Eddy

What is a truth and a lie? A phở­to­graph is the lie sit­ting, like a spi­der in the web of the truth. What stays and what moves? A river does both and stops doing both at the same time. What is valu­able … Con­tinue read­ing

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Tree, Two Ways, Two

A stranger is walk­ing in this exact place where I am walk­ing. He stretches out my limbs and uses them. He takes my breath away. There are no secrets here. It’s me Look­ing at him look­ing at me. I did not … Con­tinue read­ing

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Summertime

I would sit some­where, quiet, always alone and think to myself: This sec­ond. I am never going to for­get, this sec­ond. I would try to put that moment onto some promi­nent, mural in my mem­ory so I could remem­ber it … Con­tinue read­ing

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