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Interrogations

Forceful interrogations under dim headlights lead me to re-evaluate my age. When was the day I was born? How can I be sure that's my real...

shib·bo·leth

1 He plunges beyond the dark blue jello - synthetic teeth swallow him whole - beyond decaying pieces of coral as white as a fluorescent...

Amtrak

We all travel down the same railroad tracks until we branch off, town to town. You spend your time rustling, hooked up to me.  Your...

Anthropomorphic Ways

Worlds collide in anthropomorphic ways. I see through yellow eyes a dog dying and a woman being tricked to move into a room alone for the...

It's All Work

Wait.. there I am! I sit back down in the same seat, although this time, something is different. I make it harder on myself this time....

Bergamo to Vienna

Started my morning at 7am. Woke up, brushed my teeth, and out the door I quietly went to the train station. Walking in the early Florence...

Paris

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