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spilling ink...
Awakening the spirit through baring my soul
seeking sublime surrender
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A place for short fiction and poetry while your coffee brews or your tea steeps
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ebullient decay
Exploring the human experience, one cup of coffee at a time.
...in my Mind's Eye
composed late at night, from amongst chaos and coffee
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Tigers not daughters
"I tramp the perpetual journey."- Walt Whitman
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I'm no writer, just an outgoing introvert with a thing or two to say about some things. I type like I talk. Brace yourselves!
My sarcastic travels through life while trying to remain true to myself and not kill others.
“Between us and heaven or hell is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.”.
a resource for moving poetry
A Continuing Revolution
Nefesime,hayatıma,aklıma esen her şeye dair.
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
Why we fall
I must be on an inspirational kick or something, but several people I know are going through the shadows right now. This is mostly aimed at men, but not just men.
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https://hemmingplay.wordpress.com/about/ More at the link. I remember him. He was sitting in the heat on the dock waiting for the ferry to Okracoke, Island in the Outer Banks, NC. It was probably sometime in '72 or '73. He'd driven nearly 12 hours straight and was so tired he couldn't understand the accents of the natives there. I wonder whatever happened to him? I heard a rumor that he married a skinny Irish girl and they settled down somewhere, had a couple of boys, got old. He put on a few pounds. She's still got the girlish shape that caught his eye all those years ago. He probably still has that shirt, though, and still wishes he looked like this. The idiot.
Courage, Longing, Quotes from better writers, Social Commentary, The human heart
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