Did you hear
God moved out of Heaven
Left the keys to St. Peter
Ol' Lou came to visit
But couldn't stay too long
Going back home
Going south
Going to where he belongs
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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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2016
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January
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- Infinite Wave
- Feeding A Starving Beast
- It's a long walk to get back home I'll make it ...
- This is what midnight sounds like after the ap...
- Tear a whole into the sky and let the tears rain...
- A Season of Revolution
- Fallow
- Carried
- Intimate Sea
- Sleep less
- Threading Halves
- The Image & The Word
- Magic & Ritual
- Did you hear God moved out of Heaven Left the keys...
- Jesus Outside the Liquor Store
- Tall Oceans
- Even the morning feels old.
- Brief Moments of Immortality
- We aren't alone in this place No matter What sign...
- Is not all love true?
- I the Wind
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January
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