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relic images, novelties in a Belgian pub, aged and scattered like scuttling leaves.
Read MoreI was in the Third Grade when I decided to write my autobiography. It was short. From scientific articles, poems, short stories, essays, short plays, sports news articles, and features about inspiring people, I haven’t stopped writing since. The written word is part of my everyday life. I love the sounds of words and the stories about how they came to be and from where. Although I suffer from chronic awkwardness, both in interactions with people and in writing, I strive to create something that can be meaningful to someone in spite of the imperfections. Here are some of my writings.
I’d like to speak with Methuselah the Bristlecone Pine Tree.
Read MoreHere is kept the violent past, an eternal painting of that ancient eruption of jagged rock that bled molten reds,
Read MoreHis body wrenched close to the chalk wall and scoured the desert bone of worship’s layered years
Read Morewhite morning teach me the joy of the ravens
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