invisible to the touch
we can only measure
passage in the faces
we see
/ hours /
wherewherewhere
have you all
gone?
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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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August
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- Conversant
- marathon
- The Philosophers Hand
- Refocus
- What is there left to do with the ashes smokin...
- The Choice Was Made
- Bruised Flesh
- SOMETIMES THERE IS NOTHING WORTH FIGHTING FOR ...
- an empty space where there was once a place.
- Blasting Concept
- Her Name Was Katy
- Sea(m)s
- Yes, I Still Love You
- Future Cartography
- You, My First Love
- The Heart & Mind are far more violent than an...
- The Past is a dead hand. The Present marvels at...
- Just On Hanging On
- Cryptomnesia “when a forgotten memory returns with...
- It All Goes Away
- bile
- An Early Evening Late In The Summer
- DO YOU THINK THE SAND EVER WONDERS WHERE THE T...
- A Fork in the Garden
- Sieve
- Un Ours Seul.
- A Form of Salvation
- Our lives are filled with seasons, with leaves gr...
- i found no answers while looking in your eyes you...
- What do you dream about when you wake?
- In the morning when you wake
- Howling Beast
- Deal
- The Cruelty of Routine
- A Collection of Short Bits
- wrecks
- The Means of Definition
- RE: Time
- locationlocation
- Good Thoughts
- How We Change, How We're Always The Same
- fill the emptiness with meaning? how easy it is to...
- The Density of Meaning
- One Hot Afternoon Nap (Draft 2)
- "Don't Wake Me Up Cause I Will Want It To End When...
- A Common Exchange
- It is never all darkness nor Is it ever all l...
- minor complications
- Hero's & Villains
- The night is a story that writes itself.
- The mess becomes part of the process.
- Know You
- Do the leaves suffer as they wilt and fall?
- Logical Progression
- irrational
- filling in space
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August
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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