I wait for the birds
Yesterday a pair of cardinals
stayed at the feeder
They sat upon the perch
The male fed his bride
There they sat
as though nothing else
in the world existed
Nothing else did
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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.
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A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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