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Chasing Hawks

Kind of a climbing blog

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    Author: Keith Wagner

    Climber, adventurer, photographer, poet, musician, dirtbag, drifter.

    His Pillow

    For the first time,
    a man
    left something in my apartment.

    December 17, 2022December 17, 2022 by Keith Wagner

    Ok, I want to go back down now.

    Fear and climbing, and how the intersection of the two informs how I move through life.

    December 12, 2022December 17, 2022 by Keith Wagner

    A Piece of me

    Love and LSD on the cliffs of the Emerald Coast

    November 25, 2022December 17, 2022 by Keith Wagner

    A Bucket of Tears, Straight, no Chaser (a man walks into a bar)

    Someday I’ll be glad that I made
    every last one of my mistakes.
    ‘Til then I’ll just sit
    and sip on this heartache.

    November 25, 2022December 17, 2022 by Keith Wagner

    Somewhere in the Middle

    Sometimes I daydream
    of one morning in September.
    where I make breakfast and you help pack my bags…

    November 25, 2022December 17, 2022 by Keith Wagner

    Like Gravity

    I’ll be there to hold you like the skyOn the days when your wings aren’t broken And your spirits fly.Like the earth I’ll be there when you…… Read more “Like Gravity”

    November 25, 2022 by Keith Wagner

    Between You and Me

    There has always been an undeniableIrresistible UnmistakableInimitableSometimes confoundingBetween you and I. We had three yearsAnd two thousand milesBetween usUntil you messaged on Christmas Eve.Now all that’s between…… Read more “Between You and Me”

    November 25, 2022 by Keith Wagner

    untitled poem #56

    Some songs are better left unsungSome pictures are best left untaken.Some dreams are only meant to be hadAnd not to cone trueAnd sometimes there is no getting…… Read more “untitled poem #56”

    November 25, 2022 by Keith Wagner

    From Paris to Paris

    Coming outFeels likeComing intoMyself. This is a process of embracingAnd accepting.This feels like holding myself in love. This is a practice of authenticityOfawkwardinconvenientscarysafehardexcitingunavoidableTruths Coming out,Feels like Coming…… Read more “From Paris to Paris”

    November 25, 2022November 25, 2022 by Keith Wagner

    we ARE a poem

    You’re not like my shadow,only there when it’s light.Always hiding,dsappearing out of sight,come the firm touch of night. You’re like my echo.The report that I hear,the voicethat…… Read more “we ARE a poem”

    November 25, 2022 by Keith Wagner

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