March 9, 2010
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March 2, 2010
You don’t know me because I am invisible. I look like everyone else who is invisible. Not like the homeless woman who sleeps under the tarp out back of Benny’s music shop. She’s not invisible. She’s homeless. You see her and look away. She makes you uncomfortable. She makes you wonder how it feels to sleep on a sidewalk under a tarp in February rain. Or else she makes you frantic, eager to fill your mind with other thoughts – your to-do list, your meeting tomorrow, your kid’s soccer game in the morning.

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From the short story, Invisible by Judy Clement Wall

Things don’t exist until we describe them.
March 1, 2010
This is all I want to listen to lately…

This is all I want to listen to lately…

February 27, 2010
February 24, 2010

“I Only Have Eyes For You” - The Flamingos