Tag Archives: avant-garde

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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Draft

There are no mirrors here, yet everywhere I see myself, a bated draft of furls, each bearing the right to exist, and respire ably.

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Meshes

Liquid net of glass, meshes court supplest longing– Dreams brace thinnest air.

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