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Mourning Sound
5 years. I can’t really believe that, or take it all in. That first March 4th; I never thought a sunrise could be a view so cruel. In the stinging light of that new day, all I could feel was your absence with such aching. Such a careless thing, that morning. Doesn’t time know to…
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Murmuration
Soyez comme l’oiseau, posé pour un instant Sur des rameaux trop frêles, Qui sent ployer la branche et qui chante pourtant, Sachant qu’il a des ailes! (Be like the bird who / pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight / feels them give way beneath her /and yet sings / knowing she hath…
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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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A Book Unread
“The fifth angel sounded his trumpet, and I saw a star that had fallen from the sky to the earth. The star was given the key to the shaft of the Abyss.” –Revelation, 9:1 A very short post for tonight, but one that needs writing as the dream that came to me this past Friday…
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Unravel
There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception. –Aldous Huxley It’s been a while. In all honesty, I have 12 drafts written and yet I can never seem to hit the “publish” button. I’m hoping to break that streak tonight as I write of a door,…
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The Thread
“I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.” –Khalil Gibran Lately I have found myself quite often turning to the works of Khalil Gibran. There is something in his writing, the way he experienced life and emotion, that…
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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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April Song Challenge
For this month’s song challenge, I had to pick up the guitar as my piano is on the mend from a freak incident involving naughty cats. I chose to play “Tonite Reprise” by Smashing Pumpkins, as it is one of my favorite songs by one of my most favorite artists. The lyrics are so lovely…
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Probing the Depths of the COVID-19 Controversy pt 1 – Virus Theory
“We live in a society exquisitely dependent on science and technology, in which hardly anyone knows anything about science and technology.” -Carl Sagan I thought I would take some time off from being the romantic dreamer to satisfy the medical side of my mind that has found much to chew on with the news as…
Just a Poor Ghost 