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Nocturne Variations

Slideshow of our multi-media presentation of Nocturne Variations (Taos, NM, 8/12/17):  

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Blade

The moon woman bled in shamanic company– blade warm and dripping.

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Eden

No one had suspected that Eden’s true location had been buried and hidden beneath centuries upon sepulchral centuries of death masks and psychic makeovers

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Silhouette

Baring a life sentence of notes and text, the steady bow executes its awful rowing toward God in marginal silhouette.

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Piety

By piety’s standard, a radiant guise, refracting the levels and measures of a true mirror– woman, man, silence, choir.

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Enclosure

She has held this position of constant sorrow for millennia, ennobling the grief of sundered hearts too human to bear openly.

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Lady Lazarus

By the palm’s raised standard of root and stigmata, the dawn’s filtrating spread of light and volume give new breath to the legend of Lady Lazarus reborn.

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Plaything

Mattel’s secret fetish, Barbie’s hooded twin, exposed– news at eleven.

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Extra, Extra

The hidden newsprint of the universe and its unreported sorrows carried on the shoulders and in the heart of a young woman on a bike who pedals with furious intent between blurred and urgent breaks of line.

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Childhood’s Edge

  Excerpt from Nocturne Variations:    The show has ended and we are now in the upstairs room at Tabanid, the room known as the Attic. It is sort of a private clubhouse, a vice den with no regard for … Continue reading

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