i am still alive
my computer just wont let me get here
and do what i do
so i have gone back
to old fashion
pen and paper.
i await a regular return to here
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
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This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
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A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
2 comments:
pick up your raygun; fire discretely
be ever alive rufo,
like the spring wind just blowing,
write like a catastrophe is happening
and tell the truth in the ways you know how to,
for lies have proliferated far too long and joy is a harvest of leaving pale death behind you with the rustlings of autumn leaves,
chilly, changing, and unimportant in the brilliant summer that informs us about how light the world can be.
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