“There is always a sadness about packing. I guess you wonder if where you’re going is as good as where you’ve been.”

-Richard Proenneke -One Man’s Wilderness

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Granular

Granular

Scratching granular across the page; ink attaching at the molecular layer to mush paper fibers, bleeding at the feathers into the next line. Dusty sharp pen scrawls push scent smells up and into my memories. Proust has nothing on mould, pens, papers and forget his... read more
Time Is Money

Time Is Money

Time Is Money, Time Is Life, Therefore Money = Life Spend your money wisely. How much is your time worth? Each one of us sells ourselves every working day of our lives, you sell little bits of your life to your employer every day you go to work. How much is your life... read more

Self Identity

Identity “What do you do?” This is a question for which I have no answer. I get asked this often, and it is the prerennial american question, we are defined by what we do. We are our jobs. I don’t have an answer becuase I don’t get my identity... read more
The Void

The Void

There is that which can not be understood; a sharply defined realm of the unknown, our minds touch upon this secret only fleetingly. In a moment of self reflection and lucidity, there can only be silence of the soul. When the mind is free from any shadows of fear or... read more

I am the shadow of a forgotten memory glistening on my windowpane,

All wet with morning rain.

The man I see, only fleetingly; is never me!

Yet his visage follows my every waking step.

 

 

A dash of wine; spattered on my ragged beard, like so much unneeded blood;

I wonder if it is mine.

The ache of forgetfulness seeps into my soul, and I am grateful,

For the reprieve.

 

-Ezra Hilyer

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Time Thief.

Darkness beneath the trees; twilight falls slowly down to the mossy leaf strewn earth, while I wait hidden between the dark void of the sky, and the sharp eyes of my pursuers, I keep my breath low and patient, my gaze even and wary. Time crawls across my rifle barrel... read more
Sad Velvet

Sad Velvet

There are things slipping away from me. Little birds that don’t sit on my chair-rails; and a dog that never comes to me when I forget to call her. Maybe I should put the phone back on the wall… I think enough time has passed. When the bell rings, I go down to see if... read more
Inspirations

Inspirations

Why are some places more inspiring than others? Why do I fail to create anything in my day to day life, and then when I leave and go to a new town, down a different road, or travel far far away, then suddenly the inspiration flows easily? Is is the dull unending... read more
Poetry In A Glass.

Poetry In A Glass.

Can sunlight be distilled from wasted years? Can hope be rendered from the detritus of dreams, or peace be found between twisted broken bodies on the battlefield? Poetry drips from broken oak staves where malcontent has been left to... read more

Cut out the cruft, and streamline. Look to the goals I have set.

I need to restructure my life, to concentrate on my goals and dreams. I need to work on cutting out all the cruft and create a better faster more streamlined me.

Ezra 2.0

There isn’t enough time in one human life to do even half the things I want to do, so I have to throw out the old and choose carefully the direction I want to go. There is no room for mediocrity.

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Focus. Focus. Focus.

Focus. Focus. Focus. After work, I went to a small trivia night gathering in town, and tried to talk and be a part of other people again. I tried to fit in, and to belong… I realize just how much of my life I have missed. I work all the time, there is almost... read more