Lovers of the world in mourning
Tears giving sustenance to hidden gardens
Weep and weep until
there are no more tears and
when the time comes
We shall weep until we can weep no more
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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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March
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- I won't cry when you go because I'll have gone fir...
- Listen and Go
- Learning to see
- only time
- The Wolf Waiting by the Door
- Wild and Free
- Listening
- Make A Choice (freewrite 3/27/18)
- What is living is what is dying is what will be re...
- Toogether with Myself
- Night and Morning 3/23/18 - 3/24/18
- The Wolf
- Starlight
- morning 3/22/18
- Morning 3/21/18
- A Beautiful Neighborhood
- Morning 3/20/18
- Places in Memory
- Morning 3/19/18
- Morning 3/18/18
- The Wolf & the Rose
- Drinking Martinis in Paris
- Pensando en Espanol
- Fallen Rain
- Advice for a Better Life
- Eternal Life
- Who asks / Who listens
- seams
- Poem
- For Lovers
- Morning 3/9/18
- Morning 3/8/18
- Life recedes into Memory Memory recedes into Time
- Habits of
- The Clock
- Rosefall
- The Five Remembrances of Buddhism
- Knowledge
- "You promised me a piece of the sky when all I wan...
- pulling daylight together
- Rain Down
- Sleeping Gods
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March
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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