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Echo

A distant city, morning, once upon a time– echo of footfalls.

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Blank

It was my last dream, its ending a blank respite between acts and lives.

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Flicker

(In response to Josef Sudek’s “Morning Viaducts”) Can you hear, the cobbled morning streets gathering in thick coarse hands the staccato clang of hooves and thin gray voices arising from the ghosts of people caught in a sudden sonata? Can … Continue reading

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