Working with Letters

There’s something about dreams had when you are young: how the shape they take might mirror the wisp of worn hair, or perhaps the fuzzy blaze of San Bernardino summer. There’s something about the worlds you create, when the center of your universe was an empty church, a…
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September last year I made the decision to fly out to New York with no plan on how things would happen once I'd land. At the end of May this year I did…
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Recently I’ve had to take a pause on running because of a minor fracture on the neck of my femur. It sucks. It’s also entirely my own fault.
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It's November and the sun pierces through the cold, sharp air of Brooklyn fall. Seven months ago was April, and the whole world turned upside down.
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Working with Letters

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