Cigarette Butts.
Shredded tire rubber.
Dismembered Barbie dolls.
Pigeon wing.
Glass pipe.
Dying plant.
Dead plant.
Broken glass.
Broken glass.
Broken glass.
Broken hubcap.
Shattered tail light.
Beer can.
Miniature liquor bottle.
Bumper.
Violent wind.
Dead baby possum.
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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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July
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- Pupa
- With No Tether
- Out There --->
- The Creation of - - - - -
- tu eres
- K /// NO /// W
- What It Means
- Vacation
- A bankrupt moral economy.
- She Looked Like Marilyn (Draft 1)
- The Condition
- If you leave me will you love me? ____ Foxhole C...
- The Lovely Lonely
- Eyes reflect inner light better than any mirror.
- Walking the 405
- concentration has begun to erode focus is fadin...
- Memory From A Late Night
- Kindness
- The Way Things Are
- When good Dogs die like Men.
- Bleeding
- Rice Rocket Racer
- National Holiday
- Celestial Bodies
- Acceptance
- dead end fragments
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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