Monthly Archives: June 2019

Still of the Night

She thought about it at least once every night. What it would be like if he wasn’t there, if she, with delicate blankness befitting a housewife, mixed his cocktail in a new way, a different way, just once, then watched … Continue reading

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Cindy and Cindy

Rapt fascination– when the enigmatic meets the readily apparent in an effort to fashion and sustain identity from the lore of diminishing returns.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Watchful

Sometimes it goes without saying– a woman’s loss teased into vertical symmetry as memory assails from a lighted distance.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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What Did I Miss?

Fall in the city. A building offers the glyphic runes of a tectonic language in relief that goes unnoticed by the woman who has just seen her lover listening to another woman closely.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Lighting Scheme

Illuminated, but with razors, the shadow found a face to give its cinematic debut a twist on types fitted to escape plans in small, forgotten rooms.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Fall in the City

There were too many pieces to the puzzle, too many keen faults in the symmetry. She locked eyes with the darkened window of the building across the street, and when vertigo took the elevator down to meet her where she … Continue reading

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Neverending

An epic fable, resounded by the wind’s score– Stories, sown from lore.

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Elements in the Making

Lone tree on the hill, has nothing to say to sky– Praise, moved to silence.

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His and Hers

I saw us, my love, long after we were gone– Ghosts of lives, well-worn.

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Here’s Looking at Us

Is this not the art and trick to being human, and in love? A matter of perspective, a rooted widening, wherein distances harbor the marvels of intimacy in rapt enclosure?

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