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He shuts the driver’s side door of his 2010 Mercedes Benz e-class sedan with relative force and begins walking towards the trunk. The trunk pops open so promptly to the touch of a button that Roger Biglen imagines it somehow anticipated the action. After all, to call his morning routine predictable would be an understatement. With briefcase in hand Roger gently lowers the trunk, lets gravity take its course, and begins to walk towards his building.
Pull A Few Flowers
Pull a few flowers to make your path
with love and attention the route made will last.
engage in destruction and playing the game
and the fun will soon vanish as your lost in a maze
Five Excuses
“Think of five excuses you would use for incomplete homework” The teacher boomed. “Then write it down”
Apparently this was supposed to be a fun assignment, but it wasn’t. It was as boring as it was pointless. But I was a kid, I didn’t really think of why we were told to do it, I didn’t see the point to anything we did; I had learned to just do it.
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Photography by Lakyn Barton The closest thing to our shape is the shadow like impression the summer sidewalk scorched together. The only warmth I feel from your body, the lambent lights from seedy bars you said that we should someday enter, But never did. Now all I have is the impressions of your pen; The [...]
