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Daily Archives: August 28, 2003
Me and My Shadow
Inside me is a shadow that waits for days like these: when small things blossom into catastrophes, its seems to swallow up the sunshine, and linger, like a fog there on the steps beside me as my feet slowly move … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, depression, doubt, negativity, passion, self-similarity, shadows
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The Dust That Settles Between Sculptures
When you think of all the time spent constructing a life, each scene cast in its fragile plaster mold and then carefully chiselled and sanded away so the finished piece can find its own path in the world out there … Continue reading
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Tagged art, commitment, creativity, daily poems, doldrums, struggle, work
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A Novel Introduction
For one of a number of reasons, you have stumbled across this journal, and there is some likelihood that you are interested in reading it. Perhaps the title intrigued you – a title that suggests to you a subject matter … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements
Tagged books, excerpts, fragments, introductions, personal history
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After Reading Robert Burns
My love is like a red, red rose that blooms one day in spring; its beauty fills the world with awe and wonder, but the thing itself will fade and turn to seed bring forth some future flower and by … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, love, My Love is Like a Red Red Rose, Robert Burns, roses, Starlight Dances
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