Month: January 2016

Edited

Have not been writing much, and, as a result, my syntax feels foreign, my words off.  So, I’ll write this as one does a letter to an old friend. For what more could one wish  ## The above was published inadvertently – a draft from last night left open in the wordpress app. And, having…

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Draft #4

I’ve saved three drafts tonight, and dodged I don’t know how many personal bullets.  I wonder how many writers let their unconscious script their writing, and thus their lives? For me, by draft three I knew these were conversations – or, rather, drafts – to share with her.  And I’m sure we will learn something…

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Only Yesterday

The sun will rise tomorrow, As straight as the crow flies; Daylight will come. And it will be a good day for some, And for others: one dark and tired But I promise you this: They’ve already decided – For whether they know it or not: Their day is upon them. But – Shall they…

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Sour, Sweet, Salty

What can I say: I’m good.  I used to write with another muse in mind – I used to live that way: constantly hoping to live up to some arbitrary measure; always insufficient for my estimations of myself, and always short of her’s.  Only, today, now, I dissappoint no one; for this is who I…

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