Nothing to say
with no tongue to say it
Words on the white page
I choke
on the silence
between us
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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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December
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- A Pool of Emptiness
- living dust
- No Escape
- Soft Glow
- Recast
- On the Morning of Year Thirty-Three
- No Dreams
- To Be Determined
- Angling For The Heimlich
- Lack / ing
- An Overflowing Heart / An Empty Bottle
- The wilted rose has long been dead but how much mu...
- Must the wind always bring change? Does it ever ti...
- Abolish God Abolish the Government Abolish anythin...
- If you live long enough you'll watch the gods die.
- Poles
- Keepers
- Don't blame beauty for anything. What did Beauty e...
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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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