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Tag Archives: Jean Rhys
Jean Rhys
Jean Rhys was a bedraggled feline. She’d slink through cobbled alleys, lap up Parisian rainwater. High sky glance the glittering harem of stars, and long. Cats are the masters of longing. Spiders are patient, but when it comes to longing, … Continue reading
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Tagged cats, Jean Rhys, novels, portrait, Prose, writing
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Jean Rhys
You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock, and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged arclight, author, Good Morning Midnight, islands, Jean Rhys, John Biscello, Poetry, Prose, tribute, wide sargasso sea
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Jean Rhys
You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock,and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs of … Continue reading
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Tagged Good Morning Midnight, Jean Rhys, John Biscello, novelist, poem, waide sargasso sea
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Jean Rhys
You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock, and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs … Continue reading
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Tagged Beauty, grace, islands, Jean Rhys, John Biscello, literature, passion, poem, Poetry, sadness, sea, spirit, story, tribute, writer, writer's life
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Jean Rhys at Twilight
Nutrition fact: Did you know that windows like to eat writers who diet on silence and dust-motes, they swallow the writers whole, or in fragments, devouring them slowly, ever so slowly, until all that remains is a ghost, where a … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, ghosts, haunt, Jean Rhys, John Biscello, nutrition, poem, Poetry, silence, twilight, window, writer, writing life
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Jean Rhys
Large cats stalk authors, same as authors prey to fast– Hunger, in plain sight.
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Tagged cats, haiku, hunger, Jean Rhys, John Biscello, passion, poem, prey, writier, writing life
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Jean Rhys
Wired for night-walks, she stalked words with feline poise– Good morning, midnight.
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Tagged feline, Good Morning Midnight, haiku, Jean Rhys, John Biscello, Literary, novel, poem, Poetry, writer
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John Biscello 