It was in 1989 that my writing died along with many other essential parts of me. . . since then, formed
creative writing has been rare.  I "think" a lot but I can't seem to remember how to "put into words" the
way my thoughts "feel" inside my mind ,, not in an orthodox structured way.

* With caution and hesitation, I am posting here, scattered among other writings,  just a few items
written by me since that first "throwing away" time. Some are rough and sometimes without cadence
or rhyme.  If I can write again, bit by bit and add to this page, maybe i can reveal or find some
pieces of Me again in doing so.
* On this site you will also find writings by friends. writings that stir something when i read them.
* And, you will find writings i have read and pondered often, the composers unknown to
me on any personal level.

i have added a link to a Friend's poetry page because i found some work with a spirit that touched
me.  you too, i hope.

please be open, compassionate and reflective as you read. at times, souls are bared and the writings
may seem ''dark'' ,,, perhaps they just need your eyes to see the ''light''.. we thank you for your
time spent here.     __patchy

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Spoken Writings ... in Real Audio

Like everyone else i feel  the need of  relations and friendship, of affection and I am not made of stone or iron, so I cannot
miss these things without feeling, as does any other intelligent man, a void and deep need.  I tell you this to let you know how 
much good your visit has done me.    __ v.van gogh