Author: bruceduluoze

leaving new york

if’n it were dim, would be romantic these lights, no good for the anxious- so, he sips the glass, as done thousands before… waiting to leave waiting to be some(where) (one) else

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.31.17

Lots of grumbling and shouting about the end of the year two thousand seventeen. Not considered the grandest by most. Some have even stronger opinions regarding the matter. Perhaps by the end of this, I will discover where I stand on the subject. But. Another year. Ever onward towards the future. The march from birth…

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