Tag Archives: Beauty

Premature Nostalgia

   Ever since I can remember, I have been afflicted by what I call premature nostalgia. A simple definition of premature nostalgia: Mourning or grieving, or experiencing acutely a deep sense of loss, a profound wistfulness, ether before something happens … Continue reading

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Detour

From the series, Japan Poems. In a world of blue, you’ve been through it, haven’t you? Scraped deep to beauty.

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Romance

From the series, Japan Poems. Dilapidation a stunning aphrodisiac for the soul hopelessly in love with time’s obscene touch and lusting after erosion as a blatant course of conjugal intimacy.

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Aria

You are at a masquerade ball that takes place at Club Infinity, and you notice a lonely woman standing in the corner, her entire body breathes loneliness like strange music thickening the air, which in essence thickens the plot … … Continue reading

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Venus Infers

Venus rising in frothy lace petticoats and sunkissed pearls, the seawear of golden seduction, and I, a lone comma pulsing within the voluptuous grammar of the ocean, I, a conjugal apprentice and disciple to all things invoking beauty to rapture.

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Ravels

At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.

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A Golden Piece

Because “yes” and “thank you” are the profoundest of blessings, and gratitude the golden key.

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Breeze

Modeling a breeze, exultancy became her, wave by breaking wave.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Witness

Inspiration, when two worlds converge, unplanned, and you serve as witness.

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Gauge

The sun, like a brandied dream, slips away beneath the world’s ending, or beginning, same difference, by the sea’s ancient gauge and meter.

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