Admittedly, I'm terrible with introductions.. I've worn many hats in my lifetime, and don't foresee becoming too comfortable in any one position anytime soon..somewhat of a gypsy at heart, though I hope for some still place that will keep me.. Writing is simply a way to get my thoughts out there rather than wrestling too long with them inwardly. It's an opportunity to say things I wouldn't otherwise. Most of my writing tends to go against the grain of what most might call "staying positive", but that does not necessarily reflect my personality. I am generally upbeat, especially around others, but (in case you need a hook into my motivation for writing) though I hope that I would be judged as something more than useless and superficial by others, I truly write for my own enjoyment. I enjoy my privacy but feel the sadness of living in a world, so populated, where people routinely look through one another or avoid eye contact completely. And, I regret the fact that most "in-person" discourse with others outside my small social circle goes no deeper than empty courtesies. That said, I do not feel the need for any contravention to my basic sense of humanity's emptiness through religion, especially chrisianity. I find most conversation regarding it as a way of life to be trite and quite irrelevant to our existence, especially in respect to our recent histories. So, please..no proselytizing..I'll be forced to tell anyone attempting conversion to get bent. I enjoy reading almost anything with humanity and its various groupings at its center. I am also attuned to history (mostly post WWI) and the many calamities contained therein. I have a strong sense of social justice and do not shy away from hearing perspectives that differ from my own. Yet, I reserve the right to disagree--very strongly, when necessary. And--always--I evaluate what I hear and see by following this rule: have an open mind, yet not so open that your brains fall out. I've enjoyed my stay here at WoL much more than I would've anticipated at my first posting and am glad to continue to participate.
suck black noise eviscerates silence stirs my blood from chilled stillness like bootlegged milk drops in clear waters it colors and makes tangible, this clarity--immovable and without form. getaway car irretrievably a spoil of war guns beamed and men fell their tools glistened at the call we heard the swinging hammers of history to be made and answered the lightning strike of history meant to fade deals on wheels an underground stake driven deep growing metastatic root proto-negative flashes show light into the coming night of a future entangled nightfall Night comes to an Indian ghost town.. footsteps follow well-trodden paths through an inkwell of darkness upward toward a hidden citadel where apparitions of inhabitants welcome the returning.. Evening swans are still singing in the ruins down below to defy the arrogant rooster who's sure his day will come; and who fills his barn with domestic fare and sleeps in a snare of silence, unknowing that his days are fully done. burst whispered words salted into silent spaces between speech encapsulate within the flow of sound burst scatter-pattern landing deft upon the ear leave men groping for languages they've never spoken sublimate particles sprinkling their utterances with half-formed lies
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the pressure of the immaterial (13/09/2017)
black label (20/08/2017)
hindsight (a late proto-proverbial observation) (11/08/2017)
How's your game? (02/08/2017)
looking backward (a sign during the day) (29/07/2017)
paths home (22/07/2017)
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