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Tag Archives: direction
Along for the Ride
There are times when I’m determined (or at least, some times I feel) that my life should find its purpose in constructing something real: an edifice in marble, some landmark of stone and steel, so that my passing leaves some … Continue reading
An April Morning: anglo-saxon prosody with a bob and wheel
The sky was shot with grays and greens, and clinging clouds that hung low; from the west, the wind was slight against my face that April night when first I found I’d lost my way; and more, what’s worse, with … Continue reading
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Hell is to the North
They say the way is often well-paved and leads down along the map. But I have wondered, lying listening to the constant rain, about the benefits of concrete and steel until it dawns on me. The say that Mecca is … Continue reading
Random Thoughts …
You know when I first realized I didn’t want to be a rock star (yeah, I know, all of five minutes ago, right)? The moment I realized I was not interested in entertaining anyone I didn’t personally know and like … Continue reading