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Tryst

Kiss me one last time, a Trinity collapsed– blown smoke and mirrors.   (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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Chairs

An empty chorus of chairs humming a nocturne, softly, in unison– Thanks for the memories!    

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Still Life, Running

There’s something disarming about a girl in a red hat with dark eyes and blood petal lips pursed tight sitting in a gilded cafe looking back every time the blue door opens dreaming boldly of escape if only if only she … Continue reading

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Village

Where the sidewalk ends, a clean, well-lighted place to bond a nightly arc.

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Cafe

At the time-worn cafe, the wives gossiped, and realized– they both wanted out.

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Cafe

At the small, time-worn cafe, the woman in the bell-shaped hat of crushed green velvet, palms warmed by the chipped enamel mug of dark coffee, this woman, setting adrift a gondola of words to cross the unsayable, reaching, with grave … Continue reading

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