down on the street
all dreams and nightmares
drive through the city
sunken hollow eyes
looking for life
waiting to live
ready to explode
creeps into your veins
ready to live again
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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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2012
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February
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- A Thought From My Morning Shower
- So much of our lives lays forgotten in our minds.
- So much of our lives is forgotten that it is a s...
- Child
- Tell the Bees
- I Dentity
- The End of Memory
- Slipping
- Memories of the Dead
- The Secret Lives of Ghosts
- Living in the Modern Jurassic.
- The Invention of Memory
- Birth
- Waking (freewrite)
- The perfect world will have no gods and no mart...
- down on the street all dreams and nightmares dri...
- Metronome Afterhours
- The Great Silence
- Angel or Saint?
- I. Hurtled into a Heaven as beautiful as it is c...
- Scarce Comprehension
- The World Is Bound By Secret Knots
- I Speak In Free Jazz
- freewritewritteninamaniaofsoundwaiting
- The Soul of Meaning is in its Search
- You are a glistening rose in the midnight hour.
- How To Live (Draft 1. After Charles Webb)
- Fireproof
- Caging the Sky.
- Self-Portrait as Hawthorne (draft 3)
- Don't Forget!
- News Report
- Hand in Glove
- Mansion of the Mind.
- The sky is breathing through the trees.
- Hope and Disappointment
- Springtime in the Abyss.
- Dream Weaver at the Fun Factory. Some days are m...
- Grief is the prism that breaks pain into the physi...
- Self-Portrait as Hawthorne (draft 2)
- Self-Portrait as Hawthorne
- The Artist ( Part II)
- I woke up hungover and the first thing I did was...
- Dedicated To
- Cartography of the Soul
- Walking on the bottom of the ocean. There is only...
- losing count of nights spent searching for her l...
- closing time
- She Wears The Night Well
- On Lineation
- Searching For The Wolf (Tradition:draft 2)
- tradition
- You are your mothers daughter. I can see it in you...
- Disorder, Trouble & Reason
- Grow Up Already
- Responsibility is equal parts Action, Choice, ...
- Embody the best characteristics of yourself, n...
- Divisions
- Summer Graves
- Mending the broken fence one slat at a time.
- Mouse Rodesty
- Western Rituals
- Things To Keep In Mind
- Call Me!
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