August 2017

how can you run when you know

Yesterday I watched live as a 20-year-old white supremacist accelerated his car into a crowd of anti-racist protesters in Charlottesville, killing 32-year-old Heather Heyer and injuring many others. We live in a strange time. I say this not because there was literally an angry torch-wielding mob of white men roving through Charlottesville chanting “white lives […]

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The street I live on turns to dirt past the vacant lot next door. Everyday, from beyond the trees and trailers, I hear peacocks lamenting in the thick air of morning. The whole place sizzles with the sounds of cicadas and countless other insects, while the dull clatter of traffic bellows in from the nearby […]

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22. I Don’t Want To Write Tonight

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I really don’t want to give up. I don’t even want to take a break. But the problem is, I might actually need one. 100 days is a long time for a project like this, but I was up for the challenge. I planned it in June, before I moved to Louisiana. Then, of course, […]

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21. loda, illinois 4/6/13

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This is day 21 of my 100 day writing project. Please donate if you can to keep the project going.   across the horizon the hypnotic red blink industrial precision stuns these urban eyes till glistening black among the corn and prairie switch brings soft linens and clouds rewards of excess in a land where mere hundreds squint at […]

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