Roots run deep in this soil.
Coming up from the dirt like
gnarled and cragged fingers
they grip tighter with each
passing year.
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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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November
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- The Wind
- Midnight Candles
- Through the fog a beacon shines.
- Becoming the Archaeologist
- Moss grows upon the trunk of the tree. The artist ...
- The Lesson of the Grandfather Clock
- BELIEVE IN PAUL PROTEUS
- Bruised and Aching
- Embrace the inner light.
- Recollection
- Love doesn't understand distance.
- Grateful To Be Alive
- Racing Against The Rain.
- The secret heart of hidden sin will always decay t...
- gripping dirt
- THE ONLY FACT I AM SURE OF/THE MOST IMPORTANT THOU...
- A Good Source of Laughter
- The End of Memory
- The Old Man & the Scene.
- The dour exercise of (our) love.
- The Uneasy Peace
- False Starts & Broken Hearts
- fwd/bkwd
- I Wrote Her Something
- Late Nite Free Write
- Love is always an afterthought to fleeting impulse.
- Neither Created Nor Destroyed
- Late Night Waterfall
- Twilight Sounds
- Phrases Written in a Ten Minute Span
- Languishing In The Pony Corral.
- You were more beautiful when you didn't know how u...
- hold on a little longer just hold on a little lon...
- The hallowed tree grew hollow in the dying forest.
- The Falsehood of a Romanticized Ideal
- For Everyone Drinking In A Bar Listening To Music ...
- When You Found Me In The Junkyard
- The Journey of One Word to Another
- that which we stand to lose
- Drop some knowledge and run.
- We are all so enraptured at our own narratives to...
- The Gilded Age
- You Are Free
- Interpretations of Other Lives.
- Parentage
- Candle Light
- indictment
- Something to Notice
- impasse
- Ageless
- Foundead
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- The History of the World
- Music is a language beyond words when it achieves ...
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November
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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