If you begin to separate
meaning from the process
what is left?
Is it a new fluidity
unencumbered by reason
and enamored with its own
reflection?
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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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July
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- RUNON
- There is no ghost here in your void, just a livi...
- I have no ghost to give up just the trailing ends...
- I've never been too smart. I've never been too go...
- As the matter for physical forms decay they are ...
- Creating A Puddle
- I woke up and found myself in a strange place. ...
- Past Lives and Future Presence.
- shark week
- 2 Lines To Think About.
- 4 rubbish lines
- One Hot Afternoon Nap
- Transitions from person to pure being.
- "If you're frightened of dying and you're holding...
- The Future Is Stupid
- Peddling Cliche
- All these ghosts in love.
- to what end should one follow a dream?
- After complete heartbreak and devastation a strang...
- Ends
- Painting A Canvas With An Endless Palette
- these tides are elemental. __________________ I ...
- Let's remove the drama from the reality and deal ...
- the uninspired heart has a hard time convincing th...
- "As to Emma, she did not ask herself whether she ...
- workshop
- Borrowed Time
- Will I cease to be, Or will I remember Beyond the ...
- these cities were lost before anyone ever lived in...
- Free Write Exercise In Self-Indulgent Claptrap
- quit the shit thats got the hit on you.
- Methods of Production
- Believe the heart not the Hype
- Finding Words In Odd Places
- For Women Everywhere
- Period (.).
- Half Dollar Half Remembered Dream
- facsimile of an original is only as good as a c...
- it is becoming a game that will leave no winners ...
- The Future Is...
- keeping up
- QERGW#$R$T
- Q;
- Do/-ing
- The Problem About Pencils
- Good Company in a Good Place
- What is real of what is sold to us sitting in our ...
- Don't worry about the day since it hasn't even be...
- PAST/PRESENT/FUTURE
- Becoming Morning
- As hard as it gets...
- These walls know nothing about the solitude of our...
- Dear H_______,
- sometimes even the choir doesn't like being preach...
- Fruitless Searches and Other Matters
- A Beautiful Day To Go To The Beach
- Calculating Sound
- The Fields of Youth
- Emma
- Abject Cruelty
- the shortcomings of beauty
- something we miss most mornings
- I Wash This Heart Out To Sea Where The Dark Waters...
- by the throat
- It starts with the help we find for our selves
- doublethink
- Let's Talk
- The Story of a Day
- our sorrow sleeps tonight
- 4th
- The Muse As Both Inspiration & Creator
- Patchwork Puzzle Art
- mornings
- W here we have be ...
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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