Category: Death
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A Warm Day in Winter
Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing. –Conrad Aiken, House of Dust One month. It was an unusually warm day in winter when you left. We awoke to slate skies that would churn into midday storms, as if…
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Something to Say, Something to Find
“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go” –Jamie Anderson It has…
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Through the Eye
“He who has not been bitten by the serpents of light and snapped at by the wolves of darkness, will always be deceived by the days and the nights.” –Khalil Gibran, The Broken Wings Wild dreams, dark dreams, bright dreams. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? There’s so much to say, so much to write…
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Black Bile
The body of man has in itself blood, phlegm, yellow bile and black bile; these make up the nature of this body, and through these he feels pain or enjoys health. Now he enjoys the most perfect health when these elements are duly proportioned to one another in respect of compounding, power and bulk, and…
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The Ghosts of Oakdale, pt. 1
“The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.” –Percy Bysshe Shelley Founded in 1852, Oakdale Cemetery in Wilmington was the first planned, rural cemetery in North Carolina.…
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Catacombs
“When he shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun.” –William Shakespeare It has been a while, hasn’t it? For months now I’ve battled with writing, battled with…
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Dreams Darkly Dreamt
“They’ve promised that dreams can come true- but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too. –Oscar Wilde As the world locks down around me, so too does it seem that I am running into a bit of trouble in the dream world as well. Most nights, nightmares have replaced my normal dreams. Dark dreams…
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Some Personal Poetry
I am signaling you through the flames. The North Pole is not where it used to be. Manifest destiny is no longer manifest. Civilization self-destructs. Nemesis is knocking at the door. What are poets for, in such an age? What is the use of poetry? The state of the world calls out for poetry to…
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Brave
I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear. –Nelson Mandela This is a post I started over a month ago. In truth, it is nearly 11 years over due in many…
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Bonaventure Dreaming
Bonaventure is called a graveyard, a town of the dead, but the few graves are powerless in such a depth of life. The rippling of living waters, the song of birds, the joyous confidence of flowers, the calm, undisturbable grandeur of the oaks, mark this place of graves as one of the Lord’s most favored…
Just a Poor Ghost 