Tag Archives: hours

Moby

Scraps, tatters, and the deluge of mindfill flickering, animating, and magnetically assembling your rumored origins into chamber cinema– you, and you alone watching the graffitied runes of a life, or many lives, curated, transcribed, and projected onto an empathic white … Continue reading

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The Hours

From the series, Japan Poems. Outside the station monotony finds solace in ritual want mated to vagrancy and hours slow burned.

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Smoke

Consider the hours, consecrated puffs of smoke shot through with dusty light.    

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