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Warrior X.

June 18, 2024
  Maybe I shouldnt have followed after a man who had his own name tattooed to his leg, but I found it reassuring, as if I could look there in case I forgot later on - Jerry. I wanted him to tattoo the word Sailor in front of it, that was my creative input -…
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    July 1, 2021
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  • Street.
    July 1, 2021
        Says Luiz - 'I like you because you re street' but I m not. I m the waves breaking foaming on the rocks of the beach. And still, there are things I see when I sleep on the street that I d miss, cocooned in a duvet -    
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  • Quetzalcotl and the Goldilocks Effect.
    September 3, 2020
    In a town into which we have drunkenly arrived, there is a woman with a green bird on her shoulder. A parrakeet, perhaps. Antonio is on her in an instant: 'Give me a feather'. She is perfectly accommodating and pulls a green feather out of her companions tail. A fashions this into a beautiful ear...
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    June 29, 2020
    In Guatemala I am volunteering in a bicycle workshop and trying to speak in Spanish. I am a girl who has a lot to learn in a shop full of Latino men and often get relegated to jobs like pairing pedals and sweeping the floor. Tell you what I can lace a wheel better than…
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  • The photo.
    June 29, 2020
    It is here, now, I am here, always Theres a photo here, in front of me. Its me and Grandad, in his back garden, with Granny s roses in the foreground. I remember this incident very well. I found Grandad in the conservatory one morning putting on his boots ready to go out to the…
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  • The Excuses.
    June 10, 2020
    Its been too long. I dont have the words, anymore. There are the things I need to talk about before I forget, or before everything is forgotten. I got to do the work, and reclaim my inner freedom. When I was 16, I studied hard in school, didnt smoke cigarettes, and snuck out of the…
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  • the wounded healer (pt1).
    April 24, 2019
    Petal. There will be that moment, when I am living on the streets again, an old ruin of a starchild, but their light gone from my eyes, when you will press a coin into my palm, to pay me off, reward my silence, to dismiss me and those eyes that you know are emptier than…
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  • Bosnian Lolita.
    January 14, 2019
    (preamble: i ve just re-read this and it may not make any sense to anyone. And only 99.5% of it really happened) I was a Bosnian Lolita. The girl they met on the cobbles outside Mostar who had slept in a bush afraid of wild dogs the night before. My sleeping bag was tough but…
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  • plaintive confession of rampant egohood.
    January 9, 2019
      'From beginningless time, without end, I have roamed through cyclic existence - Led astray by the momentum of my mistaken past actions and improper past behaviour, I have mistaken the path, and become lost on the path. I regret with powerful remorse the negative past actions I have committ...
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