Hours pass like minutes
as sounds fill the space
between us. Afternoon
becomes evening as we
depart the heart of the city.
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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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2011
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December
(66)
- A Constant Apocalypse, A Constant Rebirth
- A Hole In The Dam
- Our Lives Are Increasingly Writ In Past Tense.
- All Light Casts A Reflection.
- THE MADNESS OF MEN
- The Cure to Our Ills
- 5 Thoughts to Consider
- A Rhythm That We Found
- V. Excerpts From A False Novel In Progress
- Quote Me On This
- transition to another year
- Pandemonium of the Sun
- Lacking
- The End of the Season
- Rush Hour Traffic on Christmas Eve Eve
- Fear & Love
- The World's Supply of Truth
- The older we become the more truthful our a fac...
- As She Wanders The Fields
- An Experiment
- The Creation of Order
- The Mathematics of Life
- Flawed Heart Memory
- On Brevity
- Another Year Past
- Constructing Narrative
- The Distance of Our Lives
- Ms. Cole
- Known History
- The Search For Truth
- Life's Lessons
- echo chamber
- start/end points
- Our Perception of History
- The Late Night Line
- The Operation of Memory
- Know Now What Was Then Before The Present Eras...
- abierto
- When Lungs Breathe Deep
- Fading Yellow
- All Good Junkies
- Varying Degress of Proximity
- focused freewrite
- A Voice Beyond Sound
- Dear Heart,
- Gamblers
- Progress
- Tenacity
- Always & Never
- Heaven or Earth?
- Unraveling Fate
- Searching For Light
- The Woman I Am Looking For
- Reaching For The Bottom
- BE FREE
- A Continual Process
- A Certain Sadness
- A Note on Love
- Two Different Types of Pain
- The Forgotten Never Forget
- Two Comments on Memory
- The Ugly Face
- Hard Times
- the pieces of everything we've left behind.
- For the Little Girls
- Voice/Voice
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December
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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