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The Art of Sitting Vacantly

How many days do I need to blur my eyes in front of my laptop just to get a single shred of inspiration before my brain atrophies to the point where I cannot formulate a single thought and before I transfer my frustrations to a cloud where my files reside and not transfer myself to a cloud reachable only through the hands I'm currently using to type this poem?


Jack M. Freedman is a poet and spoken word artist from Staten Island, NY. He penned the chapbooks Never Lick the Spoon, Tobias, and Art Therapy 101. Publications featuring his work span North America, Western Europe, and Southeast Asia.

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