Tag Archives: dark

Fount

I have heard her sing, lungs, founting with light, to braid dark hours into grace. Advertisements

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Suitcases

Traveling light, dark, baggage claimed, left behind, she ordered her life, simply, through metaphor and blithe repetitions, expecting very little in return.     (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Lash

The scarring gleam, to produce penitent beads of sorrow, through a lashed eye, darkly.   (Photo by Man Ray)  

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Remainder

Sometimes, the children who have gone underground, the chance orphans who choose spelunk or burrow or blackest pitch out of necessity and survival instinct, leave behind tangible remnants of their former lives, sacrificed to sights and gods unseen by morally … Continue reading

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Not Nietzche

If you gaze long enough into a lighted window at night, eventually the lighted window goes dark. (i.e., Common Sense for Uncommonly Complicated Philosophers Who Hang out at Starbucks and Read Immanuel Kant While Hoping That the Nerdy-Cute Barista Finally … Continue reading

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Opaque

Rebirthing, within fathomless hues, beyond the opaque rim, and vanishing, someone waits to claim your life anew.

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Fairy Tale

It is the other stepsister, the disinherited one, known only as The Vamp, who played dark foil to Cinderella’s happiness, when she seduced and blackmailed the Prince, ignited a calculated run of scandals, and forced Cinderella to yield the glass … Continue reading

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Ember

How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.

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Darking Anya

   Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it, Anya, listening to the dark. Sometimes we’d pretend to be camping. We’d make a tent on my bedroom … Continue reading

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Porchlight

The porchlight in one’s personal heaven is always on, solace through staid aureole for orphans wandering heartsick in the dark.  

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