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In Our Solitude

Poor resignation, accruing beatific quiet for the meek.   (Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)    

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Neighborhood

Footfalls echoing upon cold, comforting stone– the scent of warm bread.   (Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)

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Coupling

Longing comes to know itself as a bushy plant straddling the mist-slicked head of a motionless bike, the soft conjoining tease of silhouettes banking on an anonymous night.   (Photo by Brassai)    

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Joan of Arc

Enlightened, perhaps. God-engorged hormones, maybe. Regardless of why, Joan, you were the rebel prototype long before James Dean zipped up a red jacket, or Marlon Brando mumbled and curled his upperlip into a totem, before Louise Brooks and Josephine Baker … Continue reading

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Footsteps

Every last kiss, a rupture in her psyche– Unsteady walk home.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)    

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Weight

It gets cold out there, the weight of shadows pressing on her lonely heart.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Wonder

She wonders, nightly, nothing specific, just stray thoughts leaking old dreams.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Steps

  Bated hints of squall, narrow longing to ascend– where do the steps end?

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Street

Shuttered, close to mute, street’s ebbing pulse, gently clasped– painter’s cede to blue.

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Rimbaud

Seer by disorder, verses raised from a cauldron– the rebirth of cool.    

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