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Moments: 1976 | Kronski Confidential
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Kronski is Adam Strong, Writer. January 7, 2015. January 7, 2015. At your fourth birthday party all you remember is the color of the light in the room, lace dark, and candlelight through holes in Chantilly lace. You and an old man stand in front of a chocolate cake with white frosting and white writing. Your name, ADAM, is written out in sugar, four candles for you, and a respectful lack of candles for him. February 21st Burnt Tongue Reading →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. You are...
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We’re Not Foxygen | Kronski Confidential
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Kronski is Adam Strong, Writer. September 10, 2014. September 10, 2014. Authors Note: I wrote this a few months back, immediately after seeing them at Pickathon. I’m still not entirely convinced it wasn’t Foxygen I saw that day. Are you guys in Foxygen? The look the curly hair guy gives me says nothing. He’s not annoyed, he holds my attention there. They were mocking me. There was no sign that they were mocking me, but give me an empty canvas of paranoia I’ll draw all over it. Sorry man, can’t help you.
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Songbook Reading on July 29th! Post 134 on Alberta Street | Kronski Confidential
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Kronski is Adam Strong, Writer. Songbook Reading on July 29th! Post 134 on Alberta Street. July 1, 2015. July 1, 2015. Hello out there, it’s almost here, Songbook: Readers on the Music that Terrified and Inspired them, a Literary Mixtap. The event will feature 9 readers reading a piece of writing inspired by a piece of music. I’m hoping to turn this into a yearly event. The event will take place July 29th, at Legion Post 134 on Alberta Street, at 8pm. Come on out of for an evening of music and stories!
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Thursday, October 30, 2014. Eddied at our feet. It was a cold day. You hugged your arms. And lifted two fingers in farewell. Never, I thought, would I forget. But what I remember,. Are the bobbing heads. That lined the path. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). YOU CAN BUY OUR BOOK HERE. Http:/ www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb sb noss 2? Http:/ www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1115262716? OUR BOOK IS HERE! WE ARE SO EXCITED! LIES: The Truth about the Self-Deception That Limits Your Life. Blog Award for Pocket Shrink.
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POCKET SHRINK: January 2015
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Saturday, January 10, 2015. Two years later, I was in a different place, in some ways more difficult. I had gone from deep emotion to staleness. Staleness is difficult, if not impossible, to communicate. Looking back, I am grateful to a couple of friends who stayed with me through that dry, dull period of my life. I posted a blog on 10-10-11 titled "There Are No Words," and included in it the poem The Woodspurge. I went out into the dry summer air. All around was flat land, no houses. Mounds of tires,.
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POCKET SHRINK: September 2014
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Thursday, September 18, 2014. In an Irish rain,. My dear, a goat and I. I would live again. If such a choice were mine. Sunday, September 14, 2014. The strand at Portsalon is wide and curved. Stony mountains, too bleak for goat or sheep, rise steeply from the sea. Across the bay,. White houses trimmed in black. Are stacked like dominoes on the rounded hills. One of them is his. He steps back from the lapping water. He has always been afraid of things beneath the sea. Fishy eyes and foreign faces. A colle...
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Sunday, September 14, 2014. The strand at Portsalon is wide and curved. Stony mountains, too bleak for goat or sheep, rise steeply from the sea. Across the bay,. White houses trimmed in black. Are stacked like dominoes on the rounded hills. One of them is his. He steps back from the lapping water. He has always been afraid of things beneath the sea. Fishy eyes and foreign faces. Thin as a cricket he could be caught up. And crunched in a bite. He shivers in his woolens. The sand beneath his feet is bumpy.
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POCKET SHRINK: January 2014
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Wednesday, January 22, 2014. Hard you can eliminate conflict. Often true but not always. Another choice is to accept living with contradictory truths. Accept. Is the key word, a word, by the way, that helps eliminate guilt. I love my cat and I killed him. So there you are. The person who first said, "Life is messy," was ever so wise. Monday, January 6, 2014. But what if you stay under the covers? To read more about how routine can serve your life see "Dear Routine" in Lie. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Thursday, September 18, 2014. In an Irish rain,. My dear, a goat and I. I would live again. If such a choice were mine. Your dear old goat. September 19, 2014 at 8:18 AM. Girct, as you know in goat speak, meaning thanks. September 19, 2014 at 12:10 PM. Aunt Bridget, did you know about John when you wrote this? I have shivers reading it now. September 25, 2014 at 5:45 AM. No I didnt. I dont get the connection? September 25, 2014 at 3:54 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). YOU CAN BUY OUR BOOK HERE.
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