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-The rusted nails in the bark of trees, barely visible as the tree expanded around it. - The pothole covers and the idea that some artist/designer created it - The front porches and the conversations I hope take place there. - Hearing birds and being able to take a minute to try to figure out where they are and what kind of       bird they may be. - The way that people decorate their cars, their houses, and especially their backyards- their havens. - The trash that people choose to throw out windows. -The marks the skateboarders leave behind. I also like to find places that I think would be excellent    skating spots. - Handprints mid way down on the fronts of all windows of businesses on main street. -The alleyways -The train track that goes through town -The second stories of houses and businesses -I always go to an antique store

There are simply too many ways to subtly turn the knife. I am going to harness the hostility and turn it into something beautiful.

You burn me and go back to sleep. I squat, naked from the waist down, Splashing water on myself. Using a baby bottle like a cup. A dead fuse. A  disappointment . Those aren't firecrackers. It's just the pipes.

Sometimes we all need a little place to call our own. This is mine. Its raw, so far, and I hope over time becomes softer around the edges, dog eared, book-markable. Enjoy.