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Anya Rising

Except from No Man’s Brooklyn:    I see her rising off the bathroom tiles, toes pointing downward.    I know this is a dream but I also know this actually happened, once, a long time ago.    Except then Anya … Continue reading

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Ghost

Classic ghost story, you have haunted your own life– No man’s epitaph.  

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Constellation

Fixed constellation, modeling blank verse in white– Deep, airless quiet.

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Wreck

Mariner’s dark script, prophetic slant on wrecked mates– No man’s Moby Dick.

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Surface

Alchemy of fugue, shifting tides rent rising blues– surface lies in wait.

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Nocturne

By intent of wraith, shadow capes fullest fathoms– Sentenced to dreaming.  

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