This life
What other life is there
This time
What other time is there
Moving in silence as though
sound were a thing to be ashamed of
Summers of endless heat
Winters of endless cold
Springs of waking
Falls of fading life
There can only ever be
this moment
Hear these words
out loud
or spoken in your mind
This moment
is what matters most
Eternally now
Now
Here
You
Me
Us
Now
Only
Now
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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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June
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- A lifetime could never be enough for any of us.
- break open your head let yourself float into sky d...
- Invisible Seasons
- On Virgil
- Monument to Now
- We lurch through life as though it were dark woods.
- Cumulative
- On Modernity
- Hope suffers from the longest death.
- Barbaric Kindness
- It is possible to speak without a tongue Oftentim...
- How far down the cave must we travel before our li...
- For Flannery
- Hibernate at home Untethered from distraction Cur...
- Capturing the light from the Sun.
- Fish Don't Have To Learn How To Swim.
- Fish Don't Have To Learn How To Swim.
- Calculating Gravity
- Scattered Thoughts All Gathered Together (evening ...
- Brotherhood of the Black Moon
- We are ghosts who remain among the living.
- The Eraser
- I'm at the bar or liquor store about as often as I...
- I've got nothing to prove and everything to lose.
- God stopped talking to you long ago but you can't ...
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June
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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