

Perk CityI come from a place in which Nothing always happens. The statement is not that nothing ever happens, but that every small-time scandal and local front-page headline is swept away to the backs of our minds with the agile efficiency of a Swiffer Wet-Jet. We are a people well-versed in the various methods of denial and scape-goating. Our individual histories and anecdotes remain exclusive until they are too public to keep hidden. And then, we commence with the search for an acceptable menace on which to pin the blame. The reporter from the News Herald is taking notes on a recent act of arsoPerk City


SummerfragileSummerfragileSummerfragile
The night is so dark—an endless ocean overhead, The cavernous sky has devoured the stars and the moon. A streetlamp on the corner casts our shadows far ahead: A kaleidoscope of kids, Intoxicated with the stifling nearness of the end of a summer. The last summer of our lives.
Nighttime conjurations make men of mice
And blind poets out of never-again children. Our silhouettes are changing our shapes Faster than the dawn is breaking. Sharp fragments of the sun pierce the jagged-edge horizon. We are skyline starlets on the edge of something bigger


Baskets Filled with WaterBaskets Filled with WaterBaskets Filled with Water
The things I thought I should have known were baskets filled with water. Brimming, almost dripping down the sides just like my daughter—wailing while she’s waiting somewhere deep inside my womb. Not yet known or shown the worlds invisible within her tomb. Wishing into scarlet eyes that she was real and truth was lies. She was naught but a thought that I thought that I should have known. I should have shown you everything, told you what I saw in you, but you went through another spring alone and far too soon. One I viewed through a transito
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J.B. Lewis
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"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight." (Proverbs 3:5-6)
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spécial dédicace a la flaque ou l'on nage, ou l'on se noie
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"We are all capable, given the right circumstances, of commiting the worst crimes."
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