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Echo

A distant city, morning, once upon a time– echo of footfalls.

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Winter

Pane of glass, frosted, Winter’s pulse slowed to dream deep– Bare heart’s hidden spring.

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Sentries

Angels heartbeats, globed, soft pulsing of bold sentries– No one invents light.

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Mantra

Hurry Slowly was the tictoc mantra of the one-armed photographer, Josef Sudek, who praised and made lasting secret love to his Muse and ghost-veiled bride, Prague, vowing his fugitive eye to her and her alone.

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Toll

Winter, tolling the climes of Grief’s wraith, or, how the feathers of first snow, falling, chasten the dead in lasting refrain.

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Climes

Grief, engendering the climes of Winter’s wraith, or, how the sound of white fire, falling, in reverse, encloses the dead in penitent refrain.

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Catalog

I have begun to name and catalog the different types of dark. It helps. Warm-dark, cave-dark, void-dark, womb-dark, sleep-dark, Eros-dark, blank-dark, siege-dark, and there is the anonymous dark that gets in your head and behind your eyes and in your … Continue reading

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Draft

There are no mirrors here, yet everywhere I see myself, a bated draft of furls, each bearing the right to exist, and respire ably.

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Frame-Up

(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “Winter at the Window of my Atelier”)  Winter frame-up of god’s run-on fingerprints, evidence of weary sorrow, mounting, unfinished.

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Fugue

(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “Sunday Afternoon on Kolin Island”) The camera’s lucid eye swaddles them in gauze, reverse cocoon effect and causal brakes of a fugue, fast-tracking lives to ashen blanks.

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