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“Seasons of Melancholy” Goes On Sale…Today!!! | The Precipice of Wes
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The Precipice of Wes. A View from the Edge. 8220;Seasons of Melancholy” Goes On Sale…Today! April 28, 2014. April 28, 2014. I am proud to present to my second chapbook, “Seasons of Melancholy”, to everyone worldwide today! It was recently shared at the Gallery Hop in Downtown Lexington Kentucky on April 18th. I had the great opportunity to read the Grief Season. The turn out was great turn out and the response was so encouraging. I am very proud and humbled. To find all the purchasing options. If you ref...
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Poetry | The Precipice of Wes
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The Precipice of Wes. A View from the Edge. If a Title is NOT Highlighted it is a Working Title and/or a Pending Publication). There are 4 Chapbooks: Seasons of Melancholy/By the Shores of Forgetfulness/Truth/Broken and Spilling out. They are still being compiled and have not yet been “officially” published. Please feel free to peruse and comment. 8211; My Liars Chair. 8211; Rose in a Box. 8211; Shakespearian Dreamland. 8211; True Barroom Confessions. 8211; Solitude with Me. 8211; My Own Brand of Misery.
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Poem: Acquainted with Grief (Part III) – The Grief Conversation | The Precipice of Wes
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The Precipice of Wes. A View from the Edge. Poem: Acquainted with Grief (Part III) – The Grief Conversation. October 15, 2013. October 15, 2013. My Grief Conversation with Jesus. I am sitting, slouched on a dingy, upside down milk-crate, in a dark and sullen dead-end alley. A few exposed incandescent light bulbs, dangling from the sides of the run-down buildings, emitting only splintered orbs of light. I said, it’s a-bout time! Jesus approaches me, but I remain seated and with my back to him.). Why do th...
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Acquainted with Grief (Part 4): Amnesiac | The Precipice of Wes
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The Precipice of Wes. A View from the Edge. Acquainted with Grief (Part 4): Amnesiac. November 26, 2013. Sitting on the shores of this sea, dipping my feet into the water,. Watching distant mountains protrude the sky, giving depth to the setting sun. Sipping slowly on the view, drinking it down. Like a content chameleon, I begin to fade;. The dissolving of self into this scene. I close my eyes,. A perfect breeze brushes against my skin. I am simply here. Upon Opening my eyes, I see a man. Book Hub, Inc.
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Poem: Acquainted With Grief ( Part I ) | The Precipice of Wes
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The Precipice of Wes. A View from the Edge. Poem: Acquainted With Grief ( Part I ). October 7, 2013. October 15, 2013. Time heals all thingsright? How long must I stay until my sentence is served? The Bluish Bruise remains recalcitrant. Achy and tender, years beyond its infliction. Hidden under suffocating bandages and baggy clothes. The yellowing of it concerns me, but only slightly. Why I am sad? Where do all the tears come from? A sadistic string is attached to memory,. And my countenance to fall.
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Poem: Acquainted with Grief (Part II) | The Precipice of Wes
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The Precipice of Wes. A View from the Edge. Poem: Acquainted with Grief (Part II). October 8, 2013. October 15, 2013. Growing up as a tender plant, a root out of a dry ground. His marred visage and form, rejected and despised,. No comeliness, no beauty that we should desire him. Tempted in all points, and hungered in the wilderness. He hid himself from those who sought to stone him,. He was acquainted with grief, sighed deeply,. Withdrawn and alone, and wept…bitterly. A man of sorrows. 8211; www.livi...
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About | The Precipice of Wes
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The Precipice of Wes. A View from the Edge. Nina Mullins (wife), 2 children (twins) Eliana and Alex. South Webster, Ohio. University of South Carolina— Bachelor of Arts-Literature. Poetry: saying something that can’t be said, without saying it. Writing (General): Always as if everyone is going to read it and study it. It will help keep your words honest and answer questions before others ask them. Writing is an outlet for me to Rip Open my heart and spill it on the page. Share this:Spread the Word. Brian...
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Shammah Publications Bookstore | The Precipice of Wes
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The Precipice of Wes. A View from the Edge. Welcome to the Shammah Publications Bookstore. 8220;A Seed Planted” – $12.00. This chapbook is the result of a recent artistic collaboration with Living Stones Fine Arts. Community in Lexington, Kentucky. “A Seed Planted” is a savory mixture of personal, philosophical, and reflective poetry. In Print only. PDF coming soon). Shipping and Handling, and Taxes Included in Price). Book Dimensions: 8.5in x 5.5in. 8220;Seasons of Melancholy” – $20.00. Seasons of Melan...
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Quotes | The Precipice of Wes
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The Precipice of Wes. A View from the Edge. This page is dedicated to specific thoughts, and/or poetic one-liners that are a part of my personal philosophy and ethics. These are concise statements that summarize my thoughts so I can use them for anecdotal atta-boys or just personal references. Enjoy! Those who snicker at Philosophy. Our Disciplines and Indulgences cannot co-exist. One must rise up and kill the other, or they will erode us with constant warring. To Those who wait to be Perfect(ed),. You a...
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Poetry: Ozymandias and Me | The Precipice of Wes
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The Precipice of Wes. A View from the Edge. Poetry: Ozymandias and Me. March 20, 2014. March 20, 2014. Wastelands strewn with half-buried corpses. Resting alongside immortal Ozymandias [1]. Transfixed on this flesh, that once were me. Continuing this death, til it’s Christ I see. Percy Blythe Shelley’s Ozymandias. J W Mullins Song End of Me. John 3:30 (ESV) He must increase, but I must decrease. Http:/ www.online-literature.com/shelley percy/672/. Share this:Spread the Word. Enter your comment here.