Tag Archives: Brassai

The Fugitive

One of these mornings, when the weather was different, more forgiving, she would catch up to herself, that fretful woman always just ahead, fifty to one hundred steps or so, hastening to avoid the rain-darkened woman always just behind her … Continue reading

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Coupling

Longing comes to know itself as a bushy plant straddling the mist-slicked head of a motionless bike, the soft conjoining tease of silhouettes banking on an anonymous night.   (Photo by Brassai)    

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Haste

Through the looking glass, lovers caught multiplying, like rabbits in haste.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Weight

It gets cold out there, the weight of shadows pressing on her lonely heart.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Tryst

Kiss me one last time, a Trinity collapsed– blown smoke and mirrors.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Wonder

She wonders, nightly, nothing specific, just stray thoughts leaking old dreams.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Quartet

On this side of the mirror, it begins with a light, courtesy kindling promise, yet on the other side, the smoke is already mood-thick and rising, suggesting second lives engaged in the slow burn of mutual arson.   (Photo by … Continue reading

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Man on a Bicycle

The man, to make a living, had plastered hundreds of faces upon walls, but there was something about this one which held him captive. It wasn’t just the stardom of her name, its siren-call, but the sheer magnitude of artifice, … Continue reading

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Henry Miller

Stalking new language, the happy scribbler tramped through Heaven’s back-roads.

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Bike

Man, woman, desire, a lonely bike unmounted– mist’s inchoate touch.

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