Buffalo
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My South Buffalo
Every spring the formerly abandoned house has a hundred tulips pop up. It’s because I planted them. Continue reading
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3 second reverb in the silence / colored lights in the darkness
You don’t make something lovely unless you believe you can Continue reading
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Eyes Over The Bridge
Did we make eye contact? Continue reading
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In the air
like I’m trying to catch the breeze in the curves of the road Continue reading
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Color in otherwise gray water
People who have similar values that I do have long felt a sorrow of living in a society that makes harming choices. Continue reading
Field Notes 