we look down from great heights
wondering how
we got here
in the first
place.
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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.
Introduction
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.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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2009
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December
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- Ano Nuevo
- Green
- The Lords House
- An Age Past
- advice giving asshole
- Collective Non Sequiturs
- Great Heights
- The Experience Of Expectation
- Glass Heart Sitting In A Jar Of Glycerine
- The Awkward Mute
- I've Been Missing You
- Isn't Anything
- The Boogeyman Inside
- Home
- Winter
- Merry Christmas Tyler
- W(on)e
- Circumference
- Warmth
- Devils & Angels
- Dusty
- Black Out
- Ballet
- Dawn
- Old West
- Collapsing Tower
- Ciudadanos de la Ciudad (The City)
- Our Lady (The City)
- Casey's (The City) Draft 2
- The Resting Heart (The City) Draft 2
- Night & Dawn in the Heart (The City) Draft 2
- Forgotten Architecture(The City)
- Beaches (The City)
- The City (Draft 4)
- Magnetic North / Magnetic South
- Faces
- Leaving Oz
- Detritus
- Speechless
- It Will Come
- Urgency
- The Act Of Breathing In
- The Resting Heart
- Love you Forever
- Night & Dawn in the Heart
- When The World Begins
- Stripped Of This Convenience
- Backed Up
- Consumption
- Caged Lions
- Tea
- ISLANDS
- David Drayton
- More Incomplete Words
- Other Mathematics (incomplete)
- W(right)
- Snow Angel by Kelli Anne Noftle
- When You Took Yourself
- Calliope
- Currents
- The Girls At Rite Aid
- Black Flag - Damaged
- Walls
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December
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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