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Her secret refuge, at childhood’s keen edge, flirting with grace on the rim. Advertisements
She scattered white light through the context of blue ink– Heartbreak, Chapter Two.
To listen with eyes, in a forest of deep blue– Music spiring dreams. (Image by Christian Marclay)
In the end, as in the beginning, we shall find that the whole cyclical shebanga was a mischievous riot, a fool’s paradise of child’s play upon fluorescent plasma, or to parrot the enlightened pearls of Mister Voltaire, “God is a … Continue reading
In the dream my mother and me are sitting in the lobby of a restaurant. We are waiting to be seated for dinner. The hostess comes up to me and asks me if I am ________. I … Continue reading
This road, for how long? Blossoms give up the ghost, fall with no dreams clinging.
The spider’s web grew roots and limbs, modeling itself a bare, cryptic decoy to court the incendiary kiss of lightning upon sallow grounds.
It was the cold snap of the glyphic branch that awakened him to the grave misunderstanding between fall and winter and the nature of dreams unlived.