and also
Sunday, July 30th, 2006What I’ve prayed to myself lately: may those I love wake and be loved. May they be part of the record.
Archive for July, 2006
same as it ever was
Monday, July 3rd, 2006Sitting on a fire escape in the Bronx, four stories above the surface of the planet, in the two hundred thirtieth year of the republic, waiting for rain. My street is quiet, but in the distance, firecrackers: wars and rumors of wars, celebrations and mockeries of celebrations. Aren’t we supposed to be protesting something?
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