On the way to the hospital, I walk past Mosswood Park and was compelled to visit the amphitheater. Speckled key lights of sun were spilled randomly along the ground. When was the last time I was here: the late 90's men's group meeting? I was quite fond of those Sundays when a bunch of male …
Intersectionalities or This Morning In Missed Connections
I stood at the bus stop, the sky freshly blushing with day. I stood alone and traffic was light to non-existent. At the bus stop and to my left, there's an apartment building with a small parking lot marked by a wood fence. While standing there, I could see just over the fence and briefly …
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The Dirty Rat 