Patti Smith is my philosophical cowpoke. She appears in my drifting dreams; dialogue with her occurs while I sleep. Much like the “mysterious cowpoke [who] chanced upon in a dream to determine the course of the rock poet’s memoir, M Train,” Patti Smith reminds me, much like her cowpoke does, that “it’s not easy writing…
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upcycled cool.
i have a confession to make … i am a chronic hoarder. a hoarder of magazine articles and newspaper clippings. to me, these mediums are just as treasured as a book. my masterpiece of a library (to be built one day, sigh) will have endless stacks of yellowed paper painted with times roman ink. i rescue these pages from…
static confusion. 