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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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2018
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January
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- Gauzy
- Invoke / Exalt
- Art
- where is the future it is no place we can go alwa...
- The Word
- Traverse
- Morning 1/27/18
- The only forgiveness you need is from yourself if ...
- Daybreak
- Student
- Morning 1/24/18
- Strange
- And Love
- Morning 1/22/18
- Morning 1/21/18
- Morning 1/20/18
- On Friday 1/19/18
- Pendulum
- memory fragment
- Morning 1/17/18
- Morning 1/16/18
- Understanding The Body
- Tumbling Act
- Song of Morning
- Sleep / Wake Variations
- The Human Need For Hate Peace In These Modern Times
- Morning 1/15/18
- Morning Monologue
- The Search
- From Time to Time
- Awake
- Morning 1/12/18
- Possible Dawn
- Morning 1/11/18
- What We Have Found
- What Honesty Said To Me
- Broken Lovers
- Dear One
- A Distant Fire Burning
- Listen
- Monarchs
- Sun God
- Another Reminder
- Grey Season
- Morning 1/8/18
- Morning 1/7/18
- After the End
- Morning 1/5/18
- Morning 1/4/18
- Evening 1/3/18
- Starlight On New Year's Eve
- Of Body
- Sai Anantam
- Morning 1/3/18
- Crave
- The Ladder
- Morning 1/2/18
- The Blank Page
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January
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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