Monthly Archives: September 2020

In Search of Lost Time

A meditation on memory, longing, storytelling and spiritual homesickness.

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Street Corner Lore

The red light green light of young love and longing in a world of urban lore. Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.

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Kissing Anya

Young love, urban lore, coming of age, and the nature of forever. An excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.

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Glow

Childhood and coke parties. Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.

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Wendigo

Long-distance shot of a snowy landscape, a tundra. Completely silent. A MAN enters the frame, running. He is wearing a bulky white parka, its fur-lined hood pulled over his head, and flying a fire-orange kite. We continue to see the … Continue reading

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Coils

To caper at the edge, where the seething lyric happens, poetry with slits and fast teeth, where the hours of phenomena are boiled and reduced to a single quivering instant, an umbilical knot of light upon tenderest scraps and coils.

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Ravels

At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.

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Craft

How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.

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Curse You, Red Baron!

It was Snoopy’s way of living through Charlie Brown’s shame and ignominy, his low self-esteem. Dogs are sensitive that way. Snoopy co-opted Charlie’s gnawing desire for a heroic life, or at least to do something right, to feel right inside … Continue reading

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Shed

It is never in your best interest to fashion yourself in a corset of old dead skin; shed, as a sibilant directive, breathes ceremony into the places where you ache, to die, and begin again.

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