• “The ancient rock, its steel its dust its rusted spaceships, were not so old.”

POEM #7

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So I left. And I made it there. Paris 2017. On my own. Wandering its blocks to do all the things I wanted. As I treaded its history and romance, I saw old things and broken things and colourful things all together. Life was not perfect—I had to hurry back to my hotel after twilight to get back to my customer service job, on the clock until 3am—but in the grand scheme of it all, I never forgot that week. I unravelled, completely disoriented from the compass I’d held onto so long (too old, too late) because this city welcomed me, dared me, broke me open.
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“The ancient rock, its steel its dust its rusted spaceships, were not so old.”
Release Date
August 2024
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5x7” Mohawk 32pt archival quality matte card stock

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