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In the Now.: Thrown
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way. Monday, July 27, 2015. To compensate for his ordinary shoes. I felt my love for the city spread again into my sad limbs, felt it wet my eyes even though I tried to hold it back. My heart filled with gratitude. Carried me back home again. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). If I can go to New York, live madly, and write. I will want for Nothing.". View my complete profile. Your Rolling Stones Records. I Thought You Were. Short, Fast, and Deadly.
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In the Now.: April 2015
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way. Friday, April 24, 2015. She asks about New York, and you give standard responses as you would to anyone. You have forgotten the city completely - one endless swim in the ocean washed it right out of you. But it sinks in as you stare at the sky, the sense of the scrambling city bumbling about your insides. You miss it terribly and wonder how you'd ever leave it again. Wednesday, April 22, 2015. And you did. Metaphorically too. Arrives, when Spri...
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In the Now.: July 2015
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way. Friday, July 31, 2015. You rush past the Friday evening slowpokes, all the time in the world and a week's work in their shoulders, you haven't the time for kind words. Sweat begins to stick on your back, a heavy pack pushing into the fabric of your shirt. You're late, so late, why were you so cavalier in leaving work and now you'll be late and then what will you do? The best part of leaving this place. Is knowing you will be back. When you come...
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In the Now.: March 2015
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way. Saturday, March 28, 2015. There's an itch at the center of my spine, it makes me equal parts apathetic and restless. I begin to open drawers, run my fingers along dusty items long neglected and long desperately to throw everything out, start fresh. Only own as much as you can carry. There was a time, when you longed for adventure and saying yes. A new year lies waiting in the wings. Prove at last you are worth it. Wednesday, March 25, 2015.
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In the Now.: Terminal 5
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way. Friday, July 31, 2015. You rush past the Friday evening slowpokes, all the time in the world and a week's work in their shoulders, you haven't the time for kind words. Sweat begins to stick on your back, a heavy pack pushing into the fabric of your shirt. You're late, so late, why were you so cavalier in leaving work and now you'll be late and then what will you do? The best part of leaving this place. Is knowing you will be back. Z is for Gin.
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In the Now.: Against
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way. Sunday, August 9, 2015. Sometimes the futility of life will hit you like a misguided firecracker on the Fourth of July. It's stupid to even risk, stupid to get so close when you know what can happen but you think you're invincible and suddenly it's pierced your very bowels and you spiral into the inevitable abyss that is enlightenment. There is no point to any of this. What do we do with our lives, knowing? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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In the Now.: October 2014
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way. Friday, October 31, 2014. You wonder what glue will piece them together at last. Thursday, October 30, 2014. The tome of collected poems is faded along the spine. It spent all summer in my window. Newer paperbacks lie strewn around the room, piles upon piles of paper, and notebooks, and post-its. I am not, without these collections of ink. Constantly expect the earth to erupt beneath me. Sunday, October 26, 2014. The silence has avoided me....
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In the Now.: June 2015
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way. Monday, June 29, 2015. We've decided not to renew the contract. We leave New York next year. The bar seems tainted by his words; the sawdust is thin on the ground and unsatisfying. You have such few constants in your life. You eschew their importance. But now the loss hits your breast bone like a missile. Pretend the same does not go. For those you carry in your heart. Sunday, June 28, 2015. Rain, rain, and the temperature drops. We take an...
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In the Now.: January 2015
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way. Tuesday, January 27, 2015. His smile reminds you of warmer climates. For a short moment, you allow yourself to drown in it. Let it keep you warm, until the storm has passed. Saturday, January 24, 2015. It's 4:30 in the morning. He says, I have to give up, give in, go to sleep. Perhaps that was not the rhythm's doing. You want to choose the world. You just hope it will choose you back. Saturday, January 17, 2015. My roommate goes to New Jersey&#...
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In the Now.: December 2014
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way. Friday, December 26, 2014. From LaGuardia you can see most of the skyline when you wait for your plane. There's an April sun out, warming the skin as you walk and I wonder why I'm leaving. The winter of 2006 was the same way, people sun-tanning in New York while the rest of the country froze. He tells me he sleeps with the windows open and it's still too warm. When you sit at a gate. You want for nothing. If you ever forget,. So lightly they tr...
