A small space to portray, express, and repurpose.
Thomas Amburn
living in New York
surgery resident at NYU
writings are prose/poetry
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Loose petals and a strong wind, the minutes to the hours grown into days are those, fluttering without a number but in the same ways, lost, forever moving along forever. What is so enriching about day breaks and the passage of the mid-morning sun if its shadows shape-shift behind me, with doubt and anxiety of…
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Is it pain that draws me back there, to the warmth of summer days, humid, popsicles dripping, washing my sticky fingers off in the waters, the same ones that feed us, that take us, that lead us. That pain seeps into the earth and grows its roots, tendrils wrapped among the heart lines, the same…
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I wear green tinted sunglasses so I can see the sun and the lines in the sky with a muted lyricized ambience. There is always a haze far in the horizon, I prefer it that way. It’s like some unreal romanticized music video dream and I hate being awake. Everything I see I analyze with…
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How is by body incorporated into this space,the ways I hold my head, my face, my legs, my arms,how they interact and fit into the scenery of this momentary snapshot.Not to question a small being in a big world,but a being that is a part of this worldthat so happens to be so big.Do I…
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san francisco keeps popping up in my lifei’m told, it’s a very beautiful citycompared to some othershow much it has changedand i can never stop thinking about itas if summoning and conjuring you send me a picture of none otherthere it is, san francisco,distant clouds, rainfall, and a rainbow sun partitioned to the left i’m…
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