The leaves are restless
and have begun to speak in waves.
Are they speaking to the Sun?
Is there an urgent message for me?
I'm not sure. I am listening,
hoping to decode an ancient tongue.
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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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2014
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May
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- Common wisdom isn't as common as you would think.
- A Wait
- I don't want to cheat death, I want to beat it fai...
- This Is All
- Past Lives/Present Fictions
- Let's get rad together, forever.
- Sometimes it's just nice to be awake early in the...
- The Past and Future Lives of Ghosts
- Breath & Buck
- bells
- Perhaps
- 5 fragments
- Singing into the void.
- There is life growing in the dirt, like it always ...
- The World Above
- Leaves Speaking
- Topographical Map of My Soul
- Reclaimed by the Earth
- tethered
- Gazing Down
- 6 a.m.
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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