Tag Archives: Brassai

Haste

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

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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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Flint

A scissored valentine walked into a hard case. The floor, a silent witness, held its tongue. It was one of those Sundays that was acting like a Tuesday. Scrambled eggs, jazz, and a wet book of matches. This wasn’t going … Continue reading

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Aperture

Fade, how the light, contracting Amnesia, tenderly submits by subtly engaging a trick lens.

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