The Joyhood of Change

Crumbled concrete lots became the playgrounds building tall towers of sticks and rocks my joyhood would be as I toppled these cities as uninhabited as the empty, sprawling suburbs as glee, maybe mania, overtook my spirits as if imitating the crains’ clearing was as if reclaiming something as memories too often demolished as those stories…

What I’ve always and only known: Fear and Attachment

From bus terminal to bus terminal, from gate to gate, maybe during a week of hiking or a week of navigating a new city, you carried hefty pieces of what seemed to be essential pieces of luggage. Tedious toil it was to lug around these pieces of what you came to refer as  (as) an…