The Games We Play

Flamboyant costumed model on San Gorgio island
We played hide and seek
as if children on the edge–
I found you, and wept.
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In Our Solitude

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Poor resignation,
accruing beatific
quiet for the meek.

 

(Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)

 

 

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Pilgrimage

the-little-prince-in-desert
Sometimes
you’ve got to walk alone
through the desert
to know your true place
among the company
of stars.
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Neighborhood

Utrillo
Footfalls echoing
upon cold, comforting stone–
the scent of warm bread.

 

(Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)
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The Sisters

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik 1943 by Dorothea Tanning born 1910
Bearing the burden
of beauty and mysterious growth
the sisters
kept themselves aloft
and separated from a world
with mostly closed doors
and severely cramped imagination.

 

(Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)
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Smoke

sudek III
Mortal ponderance–
Where did the time go this time?
Smoke favors silence.

 

(Photo by Josef Sudek)

 

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Apple

sudek apple
The apple
doesn’t beg to be loved,
it keeps still,
appling to the utmost,
as rain and sunlight
seep into
the gravity of its core.

 

(Photo by Josef Sudek)
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Once Removed

sudek 9
Estranged, yet aloft,
in a world her vision sculpts–
Adulthood far off.

 

(Photo by Josef Sudek)

 

 

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Typeface

typewriter-669353_640
This machine
kills the seeds of fascism
by establishing ritualized patterns
of beauty
and delicate order,
its lines level
the playing field
with utmost mercy
and precision–
Hurry Now, Act Quickly,
and type your heart out,
and we’ll throw in
the keys to the kingdom
at no extra charge.
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Dominion

twin peaks
Living becomes a habit,
a surging one that’s hard to break.
But death, its sworn mate
with the notorious reputation,
always lurks beneath,
a husking catalyst
bent on dreamless repose,
and the pooling of changes
to seed the furtherance of plot.
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