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kennychaffin@diasp.org

(Here's a new one)

The Lesson
by Kenny A. Chaffin

I ask for I too am an insider. Do you feel the divergent timeline we’ve followed the last six or seven years is now beginning to merge back into the mainstream?

Things are happening in society and my personal life (daughter advancement, financial stability, political alignment, neighbor conciliation) that support this thesis.

Perhaps it was just a warp, a perturbance caused by the gravity of the dire situation we faced. Perhaps a necessary and needed divergence providing us with a lesson from which to learn.

Kenny A. Chaffin – 6/10/2023

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kennychaffin@diasp.org

Wow! Just did a bit of a deep-dive into my Writing summaries/notes/journals going back some 10-15 years

Amazingly I used to actually get stuff done. LOL! This was back when I was seriously trying to make a living as a writer.

Kinda shaking my head.... gonna have to go take a walk and mull this all over....or maybe even cogitate it a bit...

Enjoy!

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kennychaffin@diasp.org

Here's my problem with writing

I have not been taking it seriously 'as a job' for many years now. After much hard work in both fiction and non-fiction I came to the conclusion that I'd never be able to make a living at it. We back into writing poetry ... but not as a job... just when I felt like it...fuck the publishing industry and all that rot... and that was 20+ years ago.... I self published a dozen of so books of poetry and flash fiction and nonfiction etc. sold a few but never really thought it would be big bucks....anyway I'm sitting here this morning and considering how and whether I want to get serious about writing again. I'm pulled both ways.....

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adamblewett@diasp.org

Fond Of The Missing copyright

We are missing, well informed you did not miss use the recount, you counted to apply we silence an introspection, connectivity applicates one, missing your temporal impairment, implies one lesser to compel love reconstructed, disorder of being another. Breadth and width, implement a construct with absolution, counting daily to absorb a needer past, conflicting views manner in one less impersonation. The substance of being you, held us accountable for reaction, time accounts to ending with renewal, the least accounted for, uses a imply of where you exist.

The supplementation of a re-enactment grieves no longer to fulfilment; words said less enact responsibility, materialise one missing in a concept of thoughts, representative incline to supress what should go unsaid, you spoke of the needless, they redressed your thoughts.

Those nearer to the missing, garnish not a reappearance, exacting the missing, informing the missing, we are replaced to a place you have with being remiss.

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adamblewett@diasp.org

Oceans copyright
Geisha mouse, wore tactile static, those late shimmery hours, wrote the words enabling his gender, pacific titles as they have, them imported hours, absolute to empirical every divided breath sustainable. Similarity or causation, those words be dissolved to reflect the departing underscore, my grace included juvenile indoctrination, houses made the stone of fabric, woven interludes of the posthumous lands, the savoury placed their discarded escrows; sweetly enhanced through to the embattled lasting. Fornication wrote literature, backdating to understudies, brimming words to quietly for the amorous reader, they survive real time exposure, participation the night fell morpheme, switches delay in any reacting to the terminal time, last stop, measures the recall of acceptance. Death exposes those you keep saved, occupant times the infantile words reread, borne out survival, caches impression, one word superimposed, the reflecting those neglected, beyond the words flesh, aged desolation, thinking a land of crowns, drawing breath renewed the fallen hours, men satisfying causation befallen to man.

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