December 2011
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Memory of a Wagoneer and a Winter, 1981.
There was a winter storm that hit us during our second year on Layman’s Hill. A big one, the biggest storm we ever saw there if my memory serves me correctly. It was January of ‘81 and Elaine and I had just driven the kids back up from visiting their grandparents in Raleigh, North Carolina. We had that Grand Wagoneer, cream with the beautiful fiber wood-paneling. Not something folks...
Kitchen Counter, December 1st
I notice I’m getting picture heavy here
Damn
What can I do
To fill new space
With text and words and
Imagination
And Imagination.
Simply spill my mind?
Nudge it over like a glass of milk
Sitting on the edge of this kitchen Island?
It falls delicately. It creeps
To the floor
Makes no sound when it crashes at your feet.
I scurry to clean it and when I have finished, a calm contentment...
November 2010
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October 2010
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Quiet fall sunday
Writing, posting.
Thoughts, feelings, MEMORIES
Of yesterday, tomorrow, next fall.
A spring day in two years.
Winters and falls,
Past Aprils and Future Augusts.
Realizing the quiet solace in… solitude.
The learning one can encounter
So refreshingly through earnest
Self-reflection and isolation.
Being aware of a past and
Hopeful in a future. Without
The often-times crippling...
written on envelopes
lieslieslies:
paychecks feel so good until they’re gone mocking you with that number the number you diminished with those stupid shoes, shoes! with all those whiskeys and the ones you can’t remember sad. like a long grocery list you can’t afford-
September 2010
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“’ Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness. ‘”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quote-book)
August 2010
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July 2010
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Writing
I can’t write up here Not in this… this city
I need time where the world grabs me, reaches me so directly by demanding that there is nothing… there is nothing i can do other than contemplate my life. the lonely moments, the beautiful ones. Understanding (or maybe the illusion of it?) The big and little things that compose happiness, sadness, rage, joy.
And putting them on...
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June 2010
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May 2010
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“How terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to...”
– Jostein Gaarder (via suzywire) (via loveyourchaos) (via lampshadeunderthestars)
April 2010
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fuckyeahsweetmusic:
Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked...
March 2010
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Ryan Adams Two Hearts
Here we go again God, I...
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February 2010
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Snapshot. Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Tonight when you had her take that picture of us and you so calmly invited me to be in it I could feel a sort of tension. and as you leaned closer to him and away from me I could have been so easily erased if you had only scrolled on the digital screen You two looked nice together. And as I pondered your actions that night I saw your reactions as my truth, for what it had come to be: An attempt to...
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Eight Minds Think Alike
I’m minding my lose Down. with my pants Caught A shoulder on my Chip You’re the rough in my Diamond Time to music the Face (I do that well). Fondness makes the heart grow Absent Finders loosers, weepers Keepers
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To Earl Katchum, age 74, Anashow, Missouri.
I often imagine that somewhere Halfway across this country In Missouri maybe. There is an old man, a retired farmer, Once a hard-workin’ agriculturalist with a simple lifestyle Content in his ways. he still resides in his farmhouse Overlooking his six acre property. And as this man walks into his kitchen— perhaps to prepare some coffee before day break (he’s just woken)— suddenly not an image,...
January 2010
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I'm finally getting
what people mean when they say “I hate my job.” Every prospective job I’ve found through classifieds or monster is making me literally believe I would rather literally be homeless in a cool place than work “an entry level law position in SC.” Because apparently that includes only work as a security guard or pharmaceutical technician. Maybe what I want doesn’t...
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A Dream I Might Have Had (Origins Unknown......
Kolbe!
I saw you running out on the halloween streets in mid-summertime. At night… How late? Michael Kolbe Late (darkness fades to light, sleep becomes dream, a birth yields life) expressive content emerges from these movements. Such frailty providing a robust defense of childhood and life “Who’s with me?” …He calls! - and we scurry after his visions and the free and...
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“I make these promises but all my promises hurt.”
– Ryan Adams & The Cardinals, Rip Off (via letitride)
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November 2009
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“Let’s face it: I’m scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I’m afraid for...”
– Sylvia Plath
-all the sudden, i feel like I’m in 11th grade again and reading this in Mrs. Hubbard’s English class. Except its more tragic and real now. It’s felt.
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September 2009
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And there's this to wrap up the weekend
Instead of finishing my latin homework which i had planned to do in the leisure of my house after leaving the library for dinner, I instead:
1) Watched part of a football game I could not care less about
2) Chatted with my roommate (who is literally 5 feet across the hall) for 20 minutes using my phone… Not even the most effective electronic device for that purpose.
3) Talked to my sister...
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302 results for: time
Days creep, slowly now faster. Time slips and falls Between the cracks of my youth, It is some inconceivable God. I rush to save them, running to outrun. Finishing last, you finish somewhere In the middle. But neither of us is close to first. No one I know is. And the times when I am the most stagnate That’s when I’m spinning, running so Quickly, so obviously out of control. When I stand, I fall....
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