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(Excerpt from Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale) I climbed the stairs to the third floor, where Jimmy’s apartment was. When I got to his door, I knocked, not expecting an answer, and not getting one. I turned the knob, expecting … Continue reading
In honor of Marlene Dietrich’s birthday (December 27th), my poem “Dietrich in Heaven.” Listen to the spoken word/music track here. Today I went to Heaven, just for a brief visit. It was a nice joint: tangerine-fleeced runways, and tufts of flamingo-pink … Continue reading
Uprooted dark rose, growing cold in the shadows– Waiting for Godot?
Listless gravity, the weight of a jaded vamp– Glaring, a black mass.