As we obsess about making memories We forget about living the moment
We see significantly important instants of our lives Through lenses of smart phones and photo cams
We watch life passing by
We want to eternalize fragments of our mortal lives We want to show them off, as a proof of their existence As a proof of our existence
As we obsess about making memories Our present becomes past
Moment after moment, years pass by As we reflect back and remember There is a sadness that grows inside A sadness, not caused by a nostalgia to time that flew by But to a time spent un-lived
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
Where to?
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I have changed so much from the person I used to be, something I had
always known and felt for the past few years. What has changed is that I
have nothing...
Not Dead...
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I've decided that, after a near two-year hiatus from this blog, that it is
post-time to update. Here are some new publishings this year:
Otoliths
Gutter...
Crunked
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Crunked Poetry by Jack Henry 113 pages $17.50 Epic Rites Press, 2011
“Crunked was not written. Not even close, not even for a second. Crunked
was ripped fr...
You Are Thinking
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you are thinking
of all those you loved
and how they all went away.
bombs hit beside you
buildings crash
hell seems only a minute away.
and life is a roller ...