The words find their way out.
They don't care about set routine.
They come and go as they please.
When they come you better be
ready because they are already on
their way to some other 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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2011
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June
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- On Love - A Poem (of sorts)
- As It Bleeds
- THe Devil's Trio
- one liners on a negative slope
- The End of the Modern Age
- It's Rough
- when the dying starts the living begins (fragments)
- quiet thoughts in loud places
- a fist full of crackers
- draining the soul out of me only because I let it...
- Between (part 1)
- FIsh Eye Worldview
- #####
- the erasure of memory. _________________ I sang al...
- finding space
- House Guests
- the passage of self
- sitting here waiting for no one a restless knowled...
- Necessary Pain
- Patient
- lets slow down the talk and action in this town....
- lets not make this awkward. thats the last thing ...
- dawn erases memory leaving only the present in ...
- Guidelines
- 2 LAWS
- Nesting Doll
- nothing to see nothing to say just the wasted m...
- there is no armor stronger than my weaknesses.
- grasp
- this talking hand finds the truth always.
- a theory of threes
- let's not forget the reasons why let's not forget...
- So long...
- Someone To Know
- Decks of Cards Shuffled Into A New Order
- The Pretenders
- Ghost Advisory
- When those old bonds melted like wax down a burnin...
- How Electrcity Powers Modern Technology
- SMILE!
- We are always finding names for our former selves.
- The Construction of Memory
- From A Box Looking At The Sea
- Heartache At An End
- Musings On A Planet
- Well
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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