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Category Archives: Poetry
Daybook
September is autumn’s mortuary rattle and lisp, its first gasp murmurs, as if lovers kissing underwater syncing, the sacrifice of breath, to the magnetic thrall of darkening descent.
Ritual de lo Habitual
I had a decision to make. The world was ending, again. It had ended several times before. To be more accurate: many worlds had ended many times. Anyway, on one hand, there was the imminent end of the world, a … Continue reading
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Tagged apocalypse, desk, music, musing, voice, words, writing
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Bop
Posted in Audio, Cinema, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged apocalypse, bop, music, play, Spoken Word, text, words, writing
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9/17/26
As I sit here at my desk waiting for the world to end (again)—the collective hunch and shrug of mass many keeping future tense at peak volume—I think I will write. That seems as good and fine of a thing … Continue reading
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Tagged apocalypse, blues, music, play, Prose, solidarity, voice, words, writing
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Reap
In the shadows of words, fulfilling the scythe and progeny of endearment, voices stalk air in hot sincere pursuit of grace’s voluminous unsayable.
Saudade
Solitude waxing blankly the sepia ebb of lost hours– Autumn recalls the moon in perigee and scandal, a ballad stripped bare to elegy’s standards.
Leave-Taking
Autumn, the lisping outlet and merciful turn toward the company of words– Mass in the lightness of hours.
Pines
In the beginning was the Word. And the Word grinned like a lascivious jackal, like a cruel scythe, and we were seduced. A votive placed in our niche spreading small light as Word-symbol flashed before our illuminated eyes: the darkened … Continue reading
Wordplay
Here, virtually placeless, where little dreams are the broken edges of spidery raindrops engraving a highway windshield, I slide away from world, an escapee, a word waiting to happen under the tongue of someone else’s solvent pardon.
