Tag: writing

  • 528: How Long?

    The stars grow frantic I feel. Compelling me to you with severest insist. And I know I must but can’t shake the rotting that crawls in and bonds my days and years in distraction. What is in the dirt so with the sky compares?

  • 489: If you’re going to try

    If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. […]

  • 405

    If you had stopped to survey the damage you were causing you might never have experienced anything worth while.

  • 402

    Write it. Cast the overflow of your grateful heart toward the white clouds, peaceable there over the mountains, might it carried be lovingly, like a Dandelions seed on the wind across a whispering field. How pleasant for them, upon whose shoulder might your words fall, wondering and in desert.

  • 390

    For a little over a month now Sydney has been swept by an habitual storm fall every Sunday, preferring its visits late in the afternoon. It’s as though the skies have been pent-up all week and delight, as we all do to finally let go. It is always the same; a short stay, a passing […]

  • 380

    And at last over the hill peered forth the smiling sun, to warm the bedrock of blank expression with its yellow touch. Under a glaze of Winter pearls the sleeping Spring buds stir, and the Earth prepares to welcome new life, fresh hope and young joy, to play, free and unhindered among the florets drenched […]

  • 341

    Write it down, write it all down. None of this is trivial.

  • 338

    I saw behind my book, the sun fall behind the ocean, and surmised then in that clear moment that the correct tuition had my gaze.

  • 337

    Reading art thou winged.

  • 336: For Kelly

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