I own this terrible home, or rather, this terrible home owns me.

It takes at least 3 generations to break a family out of the poverty line. Something like that, I recall during one of my recent late night “reading” or “scrolling through my phone in the dark” sessions, the modern day equivalent of what one may have imagined as flipping through a book or a magazine […]

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I own this terrible home / this terrible home owns me.

My home is rotten, my home is a tin can. My home is also where my heart is. It takes at least 3 generations to break a family out of the poverty line. Something like that, I recall during one of my recent late night “reading” or “scrolling through my phone in the dark” sessions. […]

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earth-ship baby on the trash mountain

“The nasty parts of things are important to keep in mind in order to better appreciate the beautiful.” At least that is what I have been telling myself every time I pull up into this mass of trash pouring out of the front porch, like some sort of a monster just waiting to suck up […]

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