Tag Archives: The Space Between

Poetry

Be Near Me

Be near me when my light is low
When the blood creeps and the nerves
Prick and tingle and the heart is sick
And all the wheels of being slow

Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust
And time a maniac scattering dust
And life a fury slinging flame

Be near me when I fade away
To point the term of human strife
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.

“In Memoriam A.H.H.” Part 50
by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Event

Stronger at the Broken Places

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So I finally made a book. It only took me about a thousand years but whatever right. I did it. This is my first published work. It contains a selection of my nicest art collage photography and some of my best vignettes and little stories. Sharing this moment with you makes me happy. Spread the word. Let me know what you think. Get your copy here.

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