Wild sheep chase, ending in void’s double exposure– who’s following whom? (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama) Advertisements
Not a simple feat, to follow one’s own footsteps– I, me, her, repeat.
To dare a fetish, he ceded faith to a stalk– Venus infers loss. (Photo by Alfred Steiglitz)
You said you knew me, but really, what did you know? Closer, I dare you. (Photo by Man Ray)
Spiders to Mozart, what luminous webs and notes we weave, snot-strands from God’s blown brass, tapestries of the eternal boombox, breakbeats to spacefolk to bebop within a deep forest kind of blue, the music, recorded or un, plays on and … Continue reading
Incandescence, how bulbs aspire to fragrant gospel.
Her secret refuge, at childhood’s keen edge, flirting with grace on the rim.
She scattered white light through the context of blue ink– Heartbreak, Chapter Two.
Day after day after day modeling ripe, fugitive blankness, to the siege of passers-by who smiled sweetly and pointed at the coat, the dress, the bow, yet none of them saw what wasn’t blatantly advertised, the age-old curse which kept … Continue reading
The man, to make a living, had plastered hundreds of faces upon walls, but there was something about this one which held him captive. It wasn’t just the stardom of her name, its siren-call, but the sheer magnitude of artifice, … Continue reading
