Overwhelm yourself with choice
Laugh at the absurdity of habit
Break through the wall
Don't wait for the dust to settle
Run through the breach
Make way for what is to come
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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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2022
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July
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- Breach
- The Fool
- Eternal You
- The Poetics of Savagery
- Put it down and Pick it up
- Be Your Own Master
- Her Cabin
- Enfold
- The Whip
- Without A Trace
- The Mirror Becomes The Door
- Old Crow / Well Whiskey
- Raymond
- The Sacrifice
- The Orphan
- Prophet
- Open Hand
- Surrender the Chrysalis
- Holding Open
- One Day of Struggle
- The Beach in the Forest
- Approaching Natural Rhythm
- Scarification
- Summer Rain
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July
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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