hold on tight
to this life
grasp for it
clutch it
hold it so tight
your knuckles
turn white
nothing else
comes close
to the precious
moments we
have been alloted
hold on
tight
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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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December
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- No More Death
- In the Heart of Winter
- In The Heart of Winter / The Summer of My Life
- He Who Waits
- these final moments
- if the mind can believe then everything else will ...
- A Freewrite Disguised as a Poem (and vice versa)
- Morning Drive
- purify
- Lens
- Living Among the Stars
- There is no choice that is not of consequence.
- fishing
- Three Observations on Sunday, December 14th
- For Anna
- 12 13 14
- 12 13 14
- Check the Apple
- Tenant of the Attic
- Im/possible
- 4 briefs
- We were strangers when we fell in love.
- We Will Cross These Distances Together.
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December
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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