Red black white

Goodbye summer, see you next year.

End of Summer

20 Funk Zone Artists 9/16/16

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Poem

I wanted to write a poem about how I was sitting in the cemetery of a desert city next to the ocean, and saw a bird fly with something big before landing atop an old Cypress: an Osprey with a fish, and how I watched it rest before it began to pull apart the flesh; something capable of piercing the firmament sustained by ocean; it was lovely.