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These are the voices…
These are the voices we hear in solitude: Confusions of reality Desires that go against our nature Manufactured importance Lies told with unblinking eyes These are the voices we cannot hear: A call to lay down all arms The silence of integrity Ghosts of passions that will not die Truth in the teeth of a… Read more
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I found a hair…
I found a hair on a book she read and knew it must be hers Long and blonde with just a couple of curls I thought I had lost it to the breeze when I saw it again Clinging to the condensation on the side of a beer bottle That temporary ornamental covering of her… Read more
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Sour expressions…
He carried an assortment of sour expressions in his pocket, each uglier than the one before, and slapped them across his face at the slightest provocation. Read more
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Citysketch: A saxophone in the park
I bought a sketchbook on my way to work yesterday and needed to break it in with a quick sketch. At lunch I went to Central Park and came across this man playing saxophone. It finally feels like winter has retreated and left behind hopes for better days ahead. The melody is All The Way, written… Read more
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Thrones and other games
By pure chance, I was flicking around TV last Sunday and landed on the 17th hole of the Masters Tournament. I have never considered golf a spectator sport, and the way I play it, it’s not much of a participatory sport either. I share my home and my heart with someone who is currently obsessed… Read more
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I fell in love with you again
Through the sunlight on another woman’s hair, I fell in love with you again. I heard a soft sound like a flute – sharp breath passing over a tiny hole – and remembered the feeling of holding you in my arms when we were both young, that feeling of holding on to everything I would… Read more
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