How did we lose Paradise? Was it through clerical
error? We weren't so good with bureaucracy and
paperwork, it often got in the way and made things
easier to be lost and forgotten. How did we not notice
the difference between the mortal and the divine?
Would we recognize its gates if we were to ever
pass through them again?
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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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2013
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May
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- After The Run
- A Slew of Lines
- Hello[ ]Goodbye
- First & Last
- In Her Room
- Affection
- I want you to feel beautiful.
- Boundless Arrow
- creating belief
- You're too pretty to feel insecure.
- We have grown older but we haven't aged.
- Selling The Past For Profit
- Welcome to Summer
- Losing Everything
- When Present and Memory Disagree
- Night Skies
- More Than Human
- Every collapsed Utopia.
- Boa
- She Is Not Your Wife
- Birth
- Always Lost
- Write until your fingers bleed and then keep going.
- Uncertainty
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May
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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