Leaving Oz
Our prying eyes invade everything.
What we hide we show
to our friendly strangers.
An inner life
revealed by picture or word.
An inner life revealed too readily.
There is no wizard behind our curtain anymore.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
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
-
▼
2009
(385)
-
▼
December
(63)
- 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
-
▼
December
(63)
About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
No comments:
Post a Comment