Love
is inevitable,
eventual.
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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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2012
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March
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- Ultimate Truth
- the days become a senseless river flowing into the...
- The Way of the Bear
- Create Reality.
- Death of the World's Greatest Solipsist: A Novel N...
- Unfortunate Love
- ...dying.
- scene in progress
- Things I've Been Meaning To Say To You
- Love is inevitable, eventual.
- As She Wakes
- As She Wakes
- Loneliness won't get me tonight.
- resonance
- The Ballad of Everyone
- Fervent Faith
- Night of the Dogs
- This thesis argues with a faulty sense of a...
- Unlikely Celebration
- Your Morning Rapture
- Conjecture
- what there is to feel
- Feral
- Making Sense
- When To Listen
- getting to it
- SALVATION
- Life As A Transitory State
- FYB, PM
- Left in the Sun
- ONLY WIND REMAINS
- EX EX EX
- The Forging of Iron.
- Sounds of the Street.
- What There Is To Talk About
- Bea
- The Tune In Tune.
- Cold chamber of light An unwillingness to be see...
- A Pair of Unrelated Thoughts
- What the Mariner Knows
- All words are generalized abstractions of inexpre...
- a thought on the morning
- Trees
- RE: Hype/Buzz
- Genealogy
- Everything That Is & Never Was
- A Statement On The Nature Of Time
- For Lilies Everywhere
- American Self Portrait
- The Phone Is On The Hook
- At the end of the day.
- If we were better people we could discard languag...
- Self Portrait: Rejected Pop Song (after Dean Rader)
- Garden Flower (part 1, draft 1)
- Why do you worry if life is passing you by? Sho...
- He would only speak in past tense even though he ...
- Elusive
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March
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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