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6 Nights of Midnight: 3 - A Midnight Dance

Monday, August 31st, 2009

You know the city: it’s that place tucked between those two mountains so the sun never shines on it.  It’s where your worst nightmares don’t bother hiding behind the corners.
It’s also a wonderful place, filled with incredible secrets, legends walking about as if they own the place, and this one girl with blonde hair whom […]

There’s gonna be trouble tonight.

Monday, August 31st, 2009

6 Nights of Midnight: 2 - Midnight Poetics

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

There’s a bar underground where all the poets hang.  At midnight, a procession of eight or ten will get on stage and read their latest.  It’s a small stage, but no place for the timid.  If you read something old, they’ll throw coffee mugs until you retreat in a shower of ceramic.  But they applaud […]

King of the Mountain

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

Childhood
As a child, I had sets of monkey bars a lot like this one.  Not identical.  No two sets should be identical.  Everyone should have their own.

6 Nights of Midnight: 1 - On Fox Street

Saturday, August 29th, 2009

On Fox Street, there’s a series of apartments that are single rooms with an attached toilet.  Under Fox Street, the toilets are shared.
Typically, four or five or even seven people live in one of these rooms.  They’re actually fairly large, considering, and a few strategically placed bits of plywood or sheets hanging from the ceiling […]

I’m like a model

Saturday, August 29th, 2009

Photos

Saturday, August 29th, 2009

First, the capital of Florida.  The Capital building, midday on a Saturday.  It’s just a regular building, right?  I mean, it’s not like they’ve got laws on the books in this “city” that require all future buildings to be no larger–er, taller.  Oh, what, you mean they do?  Oops.
Second, something a little more colorful–if by […]

Gold

Friday, August 28th, 2009

Friday evening.  The sun hangs low in the west, but something moves in the east.
Move as it may, it’s got to go through me.
I’m unarmed.
It hasn’t got a chance.

Graffiti!

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

It had to get out into the wild.

Scar

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

You can really see my scar in this one.

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