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We’re enrolled in a writing course at the moment, and are exploring memories of food. Please enjoy another poem this Friday, featuring the smells of pine trees in Vermont, and sweet sugar cookies and fresh snow ..read more

It was hidden on a back street, The café. The dampness of autumn rain, as the winter was starting to crawl in. Weighted wind, born from the ancient neighborhood cemetery in Recoleta ..read more

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Coffee & Reading the Morning Paper “Just Write.” Just write. That’s what’s been on repeat in my mind of late. Much like Nike’s marketing campaign, “Just Do It.” Just Write. Simple. To the point. Just Write. The name of the course that we are currently enrolled in. Just Write. My friends know that I have an education “problem” — an insatiable desire to learn. To take courses. Yet, there’s a catch this year. These days, I’ve realized my addiction and am holding myself accountable…I can no longer take a course without “reporting out” on it…without taking “action.” No more gatekeeping. Much mo ..read more

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