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The Borderlines

Watch along the borderlines, out where the edges meet and mix their colors in the sand that stretches down the beach, not knowing of a start or end or which belongs to which, whose property is over there or just … Continue reading

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It Doesn’t Matter

It doesn’t matter anymore Who’s right or wrong, who’s keeping score. Whatever we were looking for, you’re set on walking out the door It doesn’t matter what I say You wouldn’t listen anyway It’s black and white, no shades of … Continue reading

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When You Were Mine

I’ve been listening today to a lot of early Merle Haggard. He’s always been one of my biggest influences, particularly as a songwriter — although as a singer, particularly his work in the sixties, there was NOBODY as fluid or … Continue reading

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The Thread That Holds

The thread that fasts the edges of the fabric to link the warp and woof which forms our life is tenuous, at best – so thin and fragile. This tapestry we take so much for granted, whose boundaries extend to … Continue reading

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Goodnight for Gonzo

for Hunter S. Thompson A life in isolation breeds its own brand of malaise, that the respected classes just ignore and seek instead on worthless causes to heap shame or praise, with their good sense, naming such moods a bore. … Continue reading

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The Wall

There is something in a family that doesn’t like a wall inside the boundary it constructs, its face against the world, that thin veneer of solidarity presented to conceal or pander to the social mores ranking its esteem. Behind the … Continue reading

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A Line Has Two Sides

We sit & stare across the line, we stare & sit across the line Our words drawn as sacred weapons, our symbols drawn as ancient hexes, Ever at the ready should the need For our defense or quick attack arise. … Continue reading

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