Bury me in the water
off the coast of my favorite beach
Spread my ashes
Let me float
Carried on the the swells
I'll swim back to shore
I'll find the new life
I was always hoping for
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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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2017
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November
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- I woke up with the melody in mind and the words we...
- Morning 11/29/17
- Not as young as we once were Not as old as we'll o...
- Your happiness is out there and you are living it...
- Characters and Settings
- Conflict
- Morning 11/26/17
- Mother, I Am Awake Within You
- Morning 11/25/17
- Locket
- The Past and Where the Idea Breaks
- Morning 11/21/17
- returning to shore
- te recuerdo
- From These Windows I Watch
- No Message
- Waiting
- If this is waking what is dreaming?
- Morning 11/17/17
- Waking There
- Kacie and Death
- flow
- crossings
- An Age of Miracles and Worry. Blue were the color...
- The Drive
- Earthbound
- Give All The Love That Is Yours To Give (Freewrite)
- only present
- The Fear
- I have been waiting for the sun I have been waitin...
- Morning 11/10/17
- morning 11/9/17
- sand
- Names of Beauty
- Lines and Freewrite 11/7/17
- morning 11/6/17
- On Happiness
- morning 11/4/17
- Second Hand Ghosts
- Morning 11/3/17
- Morning 11/2/17
- Dia de los Muertos
- On Mornings
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November
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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