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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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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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

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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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