From the Desk of Christopher Duncan
Welcome to the calmer place in my mind. My Ramblings, life, thoughts on writing, and whatever other drivel I can think of wasting your time with.
Peace. -CD
Got into an Anthology!
Me again! Found out today that I go into an Anthology of poems/short stories about Death (Shocker huh) my poem The Death of my Childhood is about half way through I believe under my other pen name Draco Go check it out if you fancy, it's currently free for Kindle at...
Observations, and mental shut down…
Me again....A lot sooner than normal eh? yeah shocker that...most that come here usually wait a few months before I come back, and vomit my drivel lol but.... I've been noticing a few things lately, as my days count down on my current job. I've been drifting...not...
Transitioning into the great unknown…
Been a while...seems to be my tagline, might have that on my grave stone "Here lies Christopher Duncan...been a while"So life has been crazy, hence my not posting as often as I would like, but now I find myself going into that great unknown,My full time job is at an...
New pictures up!!
Getting my photos together in the photography section (Obviously) go check them out, a few of you that have seen my work have probably already seen these, but you have to start somewhere 😉 hope you enjoy them!! CD
Ache…
This was the last poem I wrote while leaving Seattle for the last time, My travels back, and forth were a burden on my body, yet I will not give up the experience on the whole, the visual, and audio stimulation's were well worth it in the end...one of the many...
WHISPERS
Another Seattle train trip, another chance to sit, and think to much, haven't posted lately as the site has been getting a bit of a face lift Hope those of you that return often like it! WHISPERS They ache My bones of mortal weakness That silent clock creaking as...
BOAT FOR MY SOUL
My job currently has me venturing up to Seattle every week, the trip is via train, and gives me too much time to sit, and think about things I normally stuff deep down in the recesses of my mental baggage rack..... The rocking motion of my train fills my mind with...
LETTING GO
I wrote this shortly after finding the rotting corpse of a resident back in 2003, she was a very sweet old lady, and one of the reasons I will never venture back into Apartment management again.. Black and blue Rotting flesh What can I do to escape your grasp? The...
Don’t drink and Write…
Wrote this a few weeks ago, had been drinking, and was in a very bad mood, slapped on the ear buds, cranked the music and did my thing. Sometimes I reread what I write and wonder just where the fuck did that come from....? To travel to the end of your own...