We are always finding
names for
our former
selves.
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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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