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Starbucks, Americano

Sitting behind the tall windows, staring at moving pictures of people walking back and forth down Harvard Sq waiting for my Americano to cool down. A chinaman argues with an Iraqi over parking validation a block away. A homeless, negro … Continue reading

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Death of Antiquity

Grandpa died like an antique taking 25 years to leave. I remember him only broken. so, I don’t know why I bother collecting the pieces. if I had them all I wouldn’t know how they fit. instead, I assemble a … Continue reading

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The Blind Man of Back Bay Station

checked his coffee cup for change that’s never there, as the bulk of Boston blew by with nothing to give, not even time.

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