The question always arises
Is this it? Isn't there more?
I ask myself constantly.
The unknown,
undefinable quantity
or quality,
drives us in ways
we can scarcely
comprehend.
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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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February
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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