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Doodles
Found a box of my doodles. I could not help but to smile as I leafed through them. Some dating back to High School, others are 20 to 30 years old. Edges torn, coffee spilled on, but I still kept them. Each one with a short story attached. A memory. A space in time where […]
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Truth
Saw the doctor today. A new one, a new place. I do not do new very well. That would be like, asking me to tie a balloon with one arm behind my back. Who am I kidding, I can’t do that at all. I am pretty sure no one can. That was a bad example. […]
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Embers
She was born with winter in her bones, a frigid wind within each lung. She had skin that rivaled morning frost, her touch a bitter cold that stung. Her only love in life was fire, how it caressed and warmed her skin. She gave her heart to feed its embers, and let it melt her […]
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Photography
I love, LOVE, photography. I love to just dive my focus into pictures. The angles, the compositions, colors, or lack of. It is like, poetry without words to me. I want to find the beginning and the end, of the why’s and silent story of, every frame. Perhaps I am being overly passionate. If it’s […]
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Have-a-Cuppa
“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.” ― Richard Brautigan _________ “I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit,but I have to tell you, even the way you drink your coffeeknocks me the fuck out.”― Clementine von Radics _________ […]
into this deep
A Journey Within
into this deep 