Category: Love
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 3/3)
I cannot say, and I will not sayThat he is dead- . He is just away!With a cheery smile, and a wave of the handHe has wandered into an unknown land,And left us dreaming how very fairIt needs must be, since he lingers there. –James Whitcomb Riley, Away In late June of 2008, a mere…
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 2/3)
There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandchild. –Victor Hugo After grieving for Sammy throughout most of my childhood, death, at some point, became merely a distant threat again. I thought of him most days, admittedly do even now, but tears had subsided into…
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 1/3)
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. CrownedWith lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. –Edna St. Vincent…
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40 Years of Bauhaus
You must be an enigma. This is what creates attraction to beauty. You walk on and you do it, and this is what I have always felt. The moment I walk on stage, I live there. –Peter Murphy I promise that this blog will veer back to the realm of dreams sometime soon! However, I’d…
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Reflections on a Past Life
“Reflect upon your present blessings — of which every man has many — not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.” — Charles Dickens I sit here on a suspiciously warm February night, finally taking time to write down all of the reflection and introspection that I have been diligently undertaking over…
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The Ballad of Gary Lee
Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself. -Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance Not long ago, I shared with you the rediscovery of some old family photographs, including the memento mori of my great-uncle, Gary Lee. In that box of photographs, news clippings, and letters, I found not just the…
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The Call of Wolves
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. -George Carlin Wolves have featured heavily in my dreams since childhood, so I thought I’d share one of my favorite little wolf dreams with you all. Though short, it felt like years had passed between sleeping and waking.
Just a Poor Ghost 