Notes From a Room: Archive

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Nov 30th

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The Edinburgh Book Sculpture Phantom →

Nov 30th

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Ode to a Minor Chord

A cool breeze washes me and sweeps me up Like a curling leaf in autumn. What is it you have done to me? Washed me clean of light? Spoon me your healing honey, Paint me in your richness. A velvet darkness has descended As a mockingbird upon a branch And it sang to me. Too quickly was there and gone. It left me naked in a certain blankness, A dankness of the skin. Platted in my amour of this life, I...

Nov 30th

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Nov 29th

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Watch

it’s the final countdown…KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON.

Nov 29th

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The Science of Sadness

Sheathed in a plume of thought My self rises from this train seat And investigates the science of sadness. The tired look, The troubled eyes that wander to and fro, I see the sadness there In the seat beside mine. I think we think too much, Our minds going from thought to thought, Cell to cell, Branch to branch, Synapse to synapse And on into the receptors of our tragedy. The little granules of...

Nov 27th

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Nov 27th

soon there will be snow and homemade hot chocolate...

Nov 26th

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Nov 26th

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Nov 26th

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Nov 26th

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The Road Home

May not have gotten where we intended, Might not have traveled as we’d foreseen, Spent time on a route we’d just invented, But we ended up where we should have been. It was you and I there at the fireside, Warm and safe as two could be. No matter the trials we face outside, I have you and you have me. © By Adriana Grossman

Nov 24th

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Nov 24th

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To Nightshift Men

Have you ever felt like a midnight cowboy? A hustler, rustling in his jeans Down in the subway station. Perhaps you’ve known or seen me, I probably know you. I’ve been used and abused by you, You took my kindness, my naïveté And then some. I’ve been a midnight cowboy. Been leased and sold and bought, But the one thing about us cowboys We never leave the thought, The humble tune of love’s...

Nov 24th

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bittersweet and memory driven.

Nov 24th

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