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The Endless Day- Be a teenager they say but what time to be a teenager and experience life through our eyes   Looking up at the clock counting down time to the end of the long day Time flows like the rain flowing down the choppy mountain Fast and never able to catch up to the present Looking ahead to what's next  No time for rest  Tired  Need of sleep  Watching the clock tick  Looking down at t...

An Ode to a ribcage. My ribcage. For you, A list of words I owed would be too long for my spine to support Each vertebrae quivers with 24 too many. 24 more seconds, words, pages, heartbreaks, songs, or maybe 24 more years.   24 ribs.  Each one of you has kept me up when my strings are cut. So when my mouth is shut, I have  words emerge from my deflated lungs as you are the fr...

   I walked through the infinite sandy wasteland with hunched shoulders and heavy thoughts. I could sometimes find the debris of the human civilization, my civilization, as I wandered, but never anything worth hoping. It was always a wonder to me when I found a mostly intact building lying on its side, but a reason to stay never crossed my plagued mind.     One day, I stumbled upon what was once...

There is no correct way to eat ice cream in a graveyard. Too solemn, and you’re not enjoying the ice cream. Too enthusiastic and you disturb the “resting in peace.” The graveyard ice cream cone is a lesson in sacrilege and saccharine.   I find that British graveyards are ideal for ice cream consumption. My old home in Oxford happens to have a robust population of ancient churches, each s...