I'll be a shaman for you
I'll be a healer for you
I'll be a woman for you
I'll be a doctor for you
I'll be your lover
I'll be your nothing
I'll be your everything
I'll be here and now
I'll be present
I'll be eternal
I'll be dead if you want me to
I'll be your anything
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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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2018
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August
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- Red Sunrise
- This life forever expanding and contracting as our...
- Over and Over
- On Death
- Eternal Life
- To Do
- There You Go
- A Gathering Storm
- Amputation
- Drown
- The Days and Nights
- When a grain of sand is moved has the whole beach...
- 5 a.m.
- Rebirth
- Love
- To Be
- Open Honesty
- Other Travels
- Cat Circus at the Governors Mansion
- Tired and restless Warm summer night left me tossi...
- Where Days Begin
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August
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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