Among the Festival Goers (A Bonnaroo Love Story)

Among the festival goers, I walked through the gravel and mud. Across trampled grass lanes, among the tents and trash bags and smoke circles and past weird outdoor living rooms and flags with acid painted skulls and football mascots and

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Among the Festival Goers (A Bonnaroo Love Story)

Among the festival goers, I walked through the gravel and mud. Across trampled grass lanes, among the tents and trash bags and smoke circles and past weird outdoor living rooms and flags with acid painted skulls and football mascots and

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We Need More Champagne! What Kind of City Are We Creating?

New buildings should never create a sea of distractions, or force the choice between one malady in an ocean of madness against one another.  Tales of love and death within the arch-of-time’s influence and fragmentation should not be abandoned for

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We Need More Champagne! What Kind of City Are We Creating?

New buildings should never create a sea of distractions, or force the choice between one malady in an ocean of madness against one another.  Tales of love and death within the arch-of-time’s influence and fragmentation should not be abandoned for

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Conquests of the Absurd

  My hope was to become the furthest from entitlement, to ramble in merit, the changing self and whatever capacity I had as the interpreter of my own desire, and those of my employers. Yet, the subtext, connotations, allusions, and

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Conquests of the Absurd

  My hope was to become the furthest from entitlement, to ramble in merit, the changing self and whatever capacity I had as the interpreter of my own desire, and those of my employers. Yet, the subtext, connotations, allusions, and

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Basquiat and a Date at the Frist

In the frigid air of December, several days after Christmas, the walk from the street to the back stairs of the Frisk, past the deconstructed Humvee that emanated whale sounds, was tough . After a warm drive, once in the

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Basquiat and a Date at the Frist

In the frigid air of December, several days after Christmas, the walk from the street to the back stairs of the Frisk, past the deconstructed Humvee that emanated whale sounds, was tough . After a warm drive, once in the

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The Red Curtain

In the coliseum of static that smelled of coffee and perfume, Mary sat and looked at no one but the characters on the page. Reaching for the clay mug, she opened her mouth, poured in another drag of coffee and

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The Red Curtain

In the coliseum of static that smelled of coffee and perfume, Mary sat and looked at no one but the characters on the page. Reaching for the clay mug, she opened her mouth, poured in another drag of coffee and

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Search for the Great Runaway Truth

The day after Christmas, in 2011, The Myrtle Beach Convention Center began the seasonal crawl away from the North Atlantic, further inland, while the Dolphin Inn was left behind, and taken apart ahead of the spring crowds. On January 16,

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Search for the Great Runaway Truth

The day after Christmas, in 2011, The Myrtle Beach Convention Center began the seasonal crawl away from the North Atlantic, further inland, while the Dolphin Inn was left behind, and taken apart ahead of the spring crowds. On January 16,

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