Empire decays
like the grin
of a rotting corpse.
Skin and muscle
reveal hardened
white. Urban
prairies, a frontier
reclaiming the
fields of progress.
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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
(436)
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December
(19)
- Moving forward upward never down ward
- Against
- Fine Print
- Scatter me into the wind Do not cry for I am free
- Fell in love with a ghost, now her image is ha...
- "I Only Gave Up On You Because I Gave Up On ...
- Impending Collapse
- Three Pieces
- Another Random Collection of Odds & Ends
- Reclamation
- According to No One
- Living In America
- Gathering Forces
- Somewhere
- Impulse and Need
- Open Page
- evolution
- The End of Us
- Your heart is pestilence. Love All Ways Go beyo...
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December
(19)
About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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