2018
2017
2016
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Relatively liberal
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When failure means progress
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Red
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Happy birthday
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The drug we call “notifications”
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The most mundane art
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Dim the stars
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Earth, sky
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Whole humans
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A body of one’s own
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The death of places that never were
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Wiretap our heads
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Sitting in the kitchen
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Derailed
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Sand castle metaphors
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#casualmisogyny
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Our eyes
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Are we candles?
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Riding buses
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Far and away…
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Hope
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Say nothing
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Smells like home
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Thursday night lycanthropy
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Quietly longing
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Our secrets in binary
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He ran into the room panting
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Saying No to God
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At an intersection near my house
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Conch shell
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On the 38
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Non-fiction romance
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The inconvenience of friendship
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We drank the wine of coconuts
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Wading through rubbish
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Men, we should all be feminists
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We help each other
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Rich, but in what?
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Lest our spirits wither
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Bali & Sydney, Day 3
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Bali & Sydney, Day 1 & 2
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Wandering, writing
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For a child
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If you walk up the back property line
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I Don’t Get Sick
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The world, indeed, is small
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Dearly conflicted
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Ambition at what expense
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Ageless admiration
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On reverence
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The single story of manhood
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Batter up
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Observations on “quality of life”
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Set free the enormous eye
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Set it free
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This city is a symphony
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On a Saturday night
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On a Friday night
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To be the foreign animal
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Each morning
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Being blinded by our ideas
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On routines
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The shadows move
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“Prochaine station…”
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Thoughts on identity
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Growing older with acceptance
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Nights to test your resolve
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Gentrification, branded
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The moon over the Bay
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The desire for the journey
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Frosted in light
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Me and my incurable disease
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Dear Mike
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In every broken heart
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Johnny Appleseed, you’re drunk.
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On the rediscovery of complex writing
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We Ripped Out of the City
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Niagara at night
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For the past fifty days
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Qualifying a life
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We go place to place
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Write even when you don’t feel like it
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Heraclitus, you brilliant old sage
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The fleeting moments that live forever
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I am not a writer
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Optimism is a choice
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Being okay with okay
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The better realities we see
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The implicit beauty of trust
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I'm a pathetic, goo-prone human.
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The creeping habitualization of convenience
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What can technology learn from humans?
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New traditions
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Keep it for yourself
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Time blindness
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Towards a year of writing
2014
2013
2012
2011