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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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