Time is a sandy beach spilt
upon my desk.
Cracked curves cut flesh,
best find the dust pan.
The amber ocean sits half
empty, a night since passed.
Time is swept up,
poured into the bin.
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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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April
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- tried
- Unpredictable
- the Poetic Anti-Effect.
- The Sum Result of a Decade
- You can see the movement of time in the heavy han...
- It is much easier to ignore the present until you...
- Hard Stop
- If memories were amber which would you keep whic...
- A Memory From My 9th Year
- Who?
- This city is in my blood.
- My life has been filled with many problematic ...
- Commuter
- To A Future Audience
- The Assault
- Oracle Incarnate
- Late Night Run
- Father, Please Forgive Me
- Right/Wrong
- Polar Regions
- Beauty found me.
- Pop Bottle
- Oh, Honey
- only this nothing more accept it
- Everyday Ballet
- Authorship
- blossom
- Filing A Report (An Excerpt)
- Of Kingdoms
- when things change
- The End of Our Kind
- Sensory Intake
- Resurrections are often nothing more than a parl...
- Is the measure of ones life the time we spent awak...
- Language is too sacred to leave fat words hang...
- Somnus
- Winter and Summer can never be together.
- Stop being beautiful. No, please don't.
- What Beach Do You Find Yourself On?
- Beauty & Lies
- Beauty & Lies
- Ghost Advisory (Draft 2)
- The End of Time
- spill
- What Inspires Art?
- We Never Listen
- Standing at the edge of the world, fall into it.
- No longer are we content with the experience of li...
- Changing Experience
- Time evaporates quickly whether it's a hot d...
- what do we call home (draft 2)
- pairs
- Watching new skin grow over old flesh.
- Don't/Do (a short one)
- L e a p s
- Panthalassa
- Self-Addressed (with Stamped Envelope)
- Point of View
- what do we call home (draft 1)
- A Morning Drive
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April
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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