My silence

Writing has been difficult for me lately. It’s not that I haven’t desired to… but every time I sit to put pen to paper (so to speak) I feel my that my well of thoughts and words has become empty and dry, as a desert stream in the hot August days. So I have kept […]

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Time Away

I love coffee. I have been told that I am borderline passionate about it (once someone described me as a coffee swigging, poetry reading and writing kind of guy). The taste, the smell, and the atmosphere it creates… these things stir my mind and warm my soul; these things help me to think. I have […]

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Antilove

There are twenty four hours in every day. It has been this way for as long as the earth has revolved round the sun. Never has there been more time, and never will there be less. This is what humanity has had to work with, and our task has been to accomplish things within this […]

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