Lost in this darkness
I stumble blindly
groping for walls,
finding nothing at all.
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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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2010
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December
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- turning
- riddance
- Odd & Ends From My Desk Over The Last Few Months
- Address to Self
- The Late Night Drive
- Unedited Freewrite Excersize #3
- remains
- L'arbre de la memoire
- bloom
- Haunt
- the passage of time
- "Forgive"
- Obsidian
- The wreckage of the past reaches out to give its ...
- Sonny
- Love Poem (Draft #2)
- Christmas Morning 2010
- Imperfection is an endless state of being whilst ...
- Ghost
- el cielo azul
- jabon
- After The Storms
- Life
- Midnight Image
- Kalmia Street On A Late Night
- Jill
- La Cara
- Nap
- What Is A Thing That Collapses?
- finding
- Editorial
- Dearest,
- Archaic Expression
- 3:15 A.M.
- The Company of One
- Voce
- A Searching Intellect
- Whales & Goldfish
- Process
- For Mary Ruefle
- Naked and Screaming
- The Truth of a Kiss
- Truth In Advertising
- Dulce
- Darwin, darlin'
- Rough Times
- writer
- A Master and His Servants
- heart & body
- broken pieces
- spit
- Unedited Freewrite Excersize #2
- closing
- Machine Shop
- Rhyme
- Non-Terminating Irrational Number
- A Life Lesson
- "I'm not gonna lie, but..."
- Abstract Unknowns
- A Note For All Travelers
- Palm Psalm
- To Know
- Fractures in the Faults
- Historical Events
- Dear God,
- rope
- Pillow Fight
- A Question For Myself
- Le Centre de nos Ames
- Past Love Sentiment
- mercury
- Unedited Freewrite Excersize
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December
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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