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Some Like It Hot

Traversing, in a beat shuffle and worn cadence, many oblique side streets and shadow-stained back alleys to arrive at where he now stood— the white-hot lure and rigged bait of a suspect angel, who played hard to get, beckoned with … Continue reading

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Less, More

From the series, Japan Poems. Intimacy bred and cultivated by narrowest confines is the progenitor and best advocate for imagination’s nubile foreplay in limitless spaces dreamed up in real time.

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Tender is the Night

From the series, Japan Poems It is in these moments, when the pumpkin orange glow of the lanterns softens the streets, and the bicycles lined up in rows compose portraits of ordered symmetry, that the night turns in on itself, … Continue reading

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The Dark

Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it Anya. Listening to the dark. And it was because of you Anya that I started naming different types of dark, … Continue reading

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Moodscape

Down a lighted alley. From The Jackdaw and the Doll. Illustration by Izumi Yokoyama.

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Anya and the Dark

Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it, Anya, listening to the dark. Sometimes we’d pretend to be camping. We’d set up a tent and eat candy … Continue reading

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Cloak and Dagger

Some shadows become women when no one is looking. Consider it the residual alchemy of fallout and mortal longing.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Lure

He had traveled many crooked side-streets and shadow-scripted back-alleys to arrive at this point. The white-hot lure and bait of the angel, who had played hard to get, beckoned, with an ineffable wink.

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Footsteps

Every last kiss, a rupture in her psyche– Unsteady walk home.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)    

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Turn

Nowhere else to turn, restless child seeking lighted way, shadows hold court, monopolizing space and time.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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