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Ironically crowded rooms make me feel most alone. Uncomfortable smiles and awkward glances. Pointless chit chat and redundant tales of yesterdays gone. Small talk with me is short lived and often with out my consent. Words forcefully penetrate my ears.
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Monday, December 26, 2011. Ben Taub County Hospital, Saturday, 2 am. Ben Taub County Hospital, Saturday, 2 am. I am walking through the maze of halls, beds, moans, searching. I peer through a set of curtains as discreetly as I can. A tiny, black man with white hair tries to lift his withered face from his bed. Guiltily, I snap my head away from him. Is she in the next set of curtains? This is my mother.
Dylan lived at the Boathouse. Overlooking the stunningly-beautiful Taf estuary, for his last four years before his death at the age of 39 while on a US tour,.
A tiny wedge of the universe furnished in books, movies, teaching, learning, writing, friends, and dogs. FINALLY, A SPELLING PROBLEM SOLVED! Even Here, Eurotrash Has Its Day.
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Welcome to Write Out Loud, my blog dedicated to all sorts of things to do with writing. This page will be updated constantly over the next few days, week and months as I add things and alter layouts. Bear with me as I sort all this stuff out. The blog is the baby sister of my personal blog.