My hands reach for a throat that isn't there.
Christian greed.
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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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2015
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February
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- Being Here
- Notebook Dump #14
- Notebook Dump #13
- Ugly / Notebook Dump #12
- Notebook Dump #11
- Turn Off The Lights and Go Home
- Morning at the Beach
- Notebook Dump #10
- Notebook Dump #9
- Notebook Dump #8
- Notebook Dump #7
- Notebook Dump #6
- Notebook Dump #5
- Notebook Dump #4
- Notebook Dump #3
- The Girl In The Sandwich Shop (Notebook Dump #2)
- Notebook Dump #1
- Better to feel it all than not.
- Between Tunkas and Izamal
- Hold On Or Let Go
- What we used to be and What we could still be
- You is I
- Dedicated To
- Adoration
- fear diminishes moving forward into light dis...
- Useless to Use
- Pick One
- Everything becomes fiction either by want or ne...
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February
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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