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Unfortunately, I'm not routinely blogging. I've stopped writing poetry and short stories regularly as well, but there are about two years' worth of content here if you're new to my work!
Creeping Things
Small and roundish they creep cross the floor. Under the table and neath the closed door. They creep round in circles objectives unknown...
Tim Huber
Feb 11, 20211 min read
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Pen & Paper
What has paper and pen in an age so new and improved? Surely they’ve long been outdone by that which is now so common. Computers and...
Tim Huber
Feb 4, 20211 min read
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Under Banners of Blood
A flag of blood-red dripping in the wind. A mob of souls marching to a beat with no end. Their faces are fierce, their bosoms each...
Tim Huber
Jan 29, 20211 min read
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The Manufactured Dream
I have a singular dream, shared by all mankind, that with incredible ease slips deep into my mind. It’s one of rigid uniform, striking a...
Tim Huber
Jan 21, 20212 min read
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A Many-Colored Vessel
A many-colored vessel is the ship at our helm. Surging, carries all to where none can tell. First hard to starboard then harder to port,...
Tim Huber
Jan 14, 20211 min read
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Strive to Thrive
Strive to thrive, or simply stay alive? There is quite a difference, one recently that I’ve only just begun to see and deeply realize....
Tim Huber
Jan 8, 20211 min read
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A Red Cardinal in a Dying Tree
The heart of the forest, shriveled and dry, alone in the world, no more tears to cry. Against a blue canvas, the bright vibrant sky, a...
Tim Huber
Dec 29, 20201 min read
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Freedom Song
There’s freedom in the air freedom is a ringin’. Twas freedom weaved in silver tongue the angels were a singin’. Freedom from the weight...
Tim Huber
Dec 24, 20202 min read
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Dear New Day
This morning is gray and somewhat opaque. I cannot afford such natural distractions, for my planner is full of roadside attractions. I...
Tim Huber
Dec 10, 20201 min read
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The New Age
Don’t you dare even look at the brand new book we are writing today from wisdom born yesterday. My wisdom is knew and therefore more true...
Tim Huber
Nov 25, 20201 min read
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What if I Did?
What if I didn’t eat breakfast this morning? Would my mouth begin to water, Would I starve by noon? Would my energy plummet and my...
Tim Huber
Nov 12, 20201 min read
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Voiceless Bird
To life comes a word— a gasp hardly heard but remembered and cherished in the years afterward. From death goes a bird— a soul soaring...
Tim Huber
Nov 6, 20201 min read
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Only a Season
I will never sing again. My voice is cut by the quickening wind and sharp shrill sting carried within. Hush, little one, it is only a...
Tim Huber
Oct 29, 20201 min read
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Where Goes the Road?
I’ve walked this road for quite some time, I walk while occasionally looking behind. Where I am going nobody knows— nobody apart from the...
Tim Huber
Oct 23, 20201 min read
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Oh Time Between
Oh setting sun, setting sun, tell me when your journey’s done when all is dark and quiet comes to send to silence summer fun. Oh rising...
Tim Huber
Oct 16, 20201 min read
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A Foot In Print
It curves on both sides and splits in the middle, the arch reaches down, but only a little. The front is pushed deeper and the back, much...
Tim Huber
Oct 14, 20201 min read
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