Where did the time go?
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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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May
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- The Ocean pales compared to the depths of the Se...
- brake brake brake
- Dischord
- You wake up and wonder why you're not asleep. Yo...
- "eliding joy and pain. And it pleases all who hea...
- Promise
- life ceases to surprise us as the years we lived t...
- the days become a senseless river flowing into the...
- Cold Chamber of light
- odds and ends spread over end over end
- Cartography of the Soul
- You Can't Like Everyone
- Hitting Floor
- A Few Ideas That Didn't Work
- Numerology
- Seven Has Two Syllables
- 2 Separate Ideas in Progress
- In His Image
- Peel off your skin to find the fur beneath.
- Origin & Myth
- An Order Older Than Ourselves
- Fell In Love With A Girl
- The Page
- Wrinkled Gray
- What It Is To Be
- Where did the time go? Where did you go? Where a...
- Hummingbird Incident (revised class submission)
- Hummingbird Incident
- Put your tongue away and open your ears its...
- No Wonder We're All Going Deaf
- Breaking Lines (Freewrite)
- manicured elegance
- Imposing Order
- The Queen of the City Knows What You Wish
- How To Not Seal The Deal
- What is it to find yourself here? To find yoursel...
- I know what I wish to say I know what I want yo...
- Do Not
- the end of romance
- Our modern means of communication is making it eas...
- finding everything needing no one finding no one...
- Save Me From What I Want
- A Concise Philosophy on Writing/Art
- Other Selves
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May
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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