Paris Empty city streets Waiting for me to break The dark Soggy trees drip, Cold, wet, damp My bones are soaked. Shallow …
The Paradox Papers
The Paradox Papers is a monthly collection of spoken word and essays grappling with spirituality, human frailty, regret, and the cost of following one’s inner knowing — including stories from my years building, running, and ultimately destroying a cannabis dispensary in West Hollywood. Self-discovery is a wild ride.
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