Sometimes the silence doesn't need to be filled with empty words I wish I would say this to the people who complain when it's only a time with nothing to say another moment wasted like the way we take our pain from the forgiven past and launch it towards the future our fear finds a home between the spaces of every butchered word blind to the present we push and pull around until we find something to grab and fall in love with the familiar yet again afraid of breaking ground we pass around a circle still moving but going nowhere.
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Really like your work, powerful and graceful. Thank you.
sorry, I jumped the gun and did not read the intro fully: I said you’re a northern californiac, implying you still therein reside: now I gotta go back to FB and tell of my shame – or is that chagrin? – and say you have caught the Infectious Austin Texas comic disease. Here’s hoping there is no cure.
No worries at all my friend, I’m just thankful you’re enjoying the work!
Please, good sir, consider allowing me to reblog on WP some of your work, perhaps even enticing a few friends and neighbors to pitch their picnic blakets around your beckoning tents.
I would be honored! Spread these words as far and wide as you like!