Category Archives: Musings and Prose
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Showered and Blue-Blazered…
I hate the early morning, and the ugly light of sunrise; it’s the harbinger of meticulously knotted ties, and thick black, bitter drinks. I hate the way I speak, as if everything is important; everything is funny, everything is fine. … Continue reading
A Note to My Love on the Day of My Death
I fear the permanent silence that comes when death loosens the knots of life, and we slip into the undiscovered country. I fear that hole in my heart knowing that it’s something that can never be repaired; that absolution is … Continue reading
A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I was supposed to make a grand entry today, but I was preoccupied with the care of my friend who is recovering from reconstructive surgery as a result of a serious injury. I have left him in the care of … Continue reading
A Quote by Marina Tsvetaeva
Here’s a great little quote that I found while reading an old issue of “Poetry: Volume 199, Number 6 (March 2012).” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To love – is to see a man as God intended him, and his parents failed to make … Continue reading
A quote on free will, and God’s abandonment…
“Living life under the pretense of free will is a heart breaking, and mistaken way to cope in vain with the persistent betrayals of our cold, distant, and silent God” –K.W. Richardson
My New Life
Most people haven’t yet read what I’m about to post, so I’m posting it here on the primary page of my blog. I didn’t think to post it here until this morning when a beautiful and intelligent writer friend of … Continue reading
Writer’s Block
I’ve been struggling for days to come up with a post for you all that will yield some benefit, or help you in your philosophical endeavors, but as of late I am completely without inspiration. Frankly, my heart and mind … Continue reading
The Stillness That Night Brings
It’s the night that I find most dreadful. When all the billboards peddling beer, and undressed women stop speeding by; when the frantic rhythm of footsteps slow, and the seemingly implacable ringing of telephones stop; when you stop looking ahead, … Continue reading
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