but is it art?

paper days and empty cups
You discard the page of another month. It dribbles into the wide mouth of a dustbin. Time has been fickle. Little accomplished. You throw your empty cup in there too. Paper days and empty cups are for burning. Sometimes looking to the sky is no comfort. It feels more [...]

your privacy is invading our public
Excuse me, can I have a little privacy please? No. Because you’re in p-u-b-l-i-c. That’s how the system works. As it turns out, there’s no privacy in public. In fact, your privacy is invading our public. Why don’t you go somewhere else so we can have a little public around here? – Jon Reep

last impression of america
America smells like cinnamon.  Its flags fly from front verandas.  It smells like snow and hot chocolate on a sidewalk in the dark.  America smells expensive like Clinique’s Happy. Its Wednesday afternoons let the sun hang low in the sky.  It smells clean like my hair after a shower and the touch of your sheets [...]