There is something worth saving
within all of us. It is not up to us
to judge what that is, merely to
know it yet resides and must be
given the chance to thrive.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
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
-
▼
2016
(372)
-
▼
May
(24)
- For Jewel
- Freewrite 5/22/16
- Gauzy haze of thought Passing sounds of passion...
- Please Remember...
- I let my ghosts haunt me at their leisure.
- You Are Worth Saving
- Foolish solutions to existential problems.
- Wasted spoiled children Of a decadent and dying...
- We mistake opportunity for divine favor. We do ...
- This life spent Standing in waiting.
- Q&A
- A Pleasurable Prison
- Inevitable coronation that was anything but tho...
- We Can Be
- Her Name Is Beauty
- Beyond Reason & Sense
- Distortions & Perception
- What happens to a society When you remove it's fut...
- In Search Of
- More Time
- The God Question
- And here
- Incarnation
- Answers are useless without knowing the right que...
-
▼
May
(24)
About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
No comments:
Post a Comment