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This Way In

There is a holding that patterns its assured grip on a tender charge.

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Cell Service

The reception is terrible up here. Perhaps when electricity is invented things will become clearer?

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Monkey Shines

Feed the trained monkey powdered love and sugar pills– No, he plays for fun.    

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Glint

When all is said and done the horses will continue to run in circles under the sun to the taffied delight and unbridled glee of children who claim their rightful inheritance of joy by the simplest means available.

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Night at the Opera

Is the monkey mind tethered to the man or to the box in which the man keeps his thoughts locked? Music plays, as a tin cup rattles its petition for change, and eveything continues, as is.

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Revolution

Miller on his bike, joy riding through the cosmos– the lore of cycling.   (Photo: Henry Miller and his bike)  

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Window

Withdrawal intends its own wan truth and fading– Twilight becomes her.   (Meshes of the Afternoon, Maya Deren, 1943)

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It’s a Kind of Magic

Crafting from a wordless place, the Sorcerer’s stones became young girls trying to escape the grip of an audience that preyed on magic and cinema.   (Image by Maya Deren)

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Of Time and the River – John Biscello

Short prose piece on Free Verse Revolution

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Origin Story

The music stayed still, grew its own body to rapture and grieve, in concert with a species of veil crafted from small, rare birds and the meshes of patterned weeping.   (Image by Man Ray)

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