Works

Here is a complete list of all the work that I have put on this blog.
Sometimes it's easy to write
Departure
Silence
Some Short Poems
And the Sun Rises
Zombies
A Summer Bell Chimes
Things That May Come To Pass
A Civilized Discussion
Something was Wrong
A Memory of Heroes
The Secrets We Don't Bother to Keep
The Stories We Dream Of 
Pattern Without Rhythm
Imagine a Tree
An Unfamiliar Figure
Some Nice and Poetic Musings
The Second it Happened
Spending Time Alone
Telling Stories
Hummingbirds
I am
We are here
A Thought I Had (About) Today
Misaligned
I'm looking at my fireplace, thinking about Titanic. What did you expect?
A Particularly Interesting Looking People-Watcher
A Map of a City a Thousand Miles Away
What is Now Grass
An Idea for a Story
A Face in a Crowd
No One Is Watching Him
An Announcement to the Masses
Honor
Three Playing Cards
A Perspective on Sunsets
Invented by a Stranger
Seasonal Fun
My Dear
The Broken Things We Could've Saved
New Normal
thank you
Artifact Number 5
Button Factory
silent whispers
Who won last night's game?
What do you know?
faded photographs, taken yesterday
Laughing
I was walking down the street
Commitment

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