Tag: writing
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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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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…
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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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A Known Stranger
“All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.” –Kahlil Gibran Everyone is a dreamer. To what extent, depends on the individual. I’ve learned over time that, just as every person is different, so too is every…
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Hopeful, the Spirit
“If someone does not want me it is not the end of the world. But if I do not want me, the world is nothing but endings.” — Nayyirah Waheed And so the year has turned to its close, and as I heal from wounds of my own choosing, I find myself turning introspective again.…
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Peacock Hydrangeas
“Take me to the land of lovers where flowers bloom with love, birds sing with love, and hearts long for hearts. ” –Debasish Mridha I must admit, I have neglected the blog as of late. Part of it has been due to writer’s block, which I struggle with often. But the other part has been…
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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…
Just a Poor Ghost 