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Tag Archives: Light
Some Like It Hot
Traversing, in a beat shuffle and worn cadence, many oblique side streets and shadow-stained back alleys to arrive at where he now stood— the white-hot lure and rigged bait of a suspect angel, who played hard to get, beckoned with … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged alley, angel, fedora, Light, new york nights, noir, photography, poem, Poetry, shadow, silhouette
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Penumbra
We practice intimacy in scales, from a near warmed distance— a concentrated swath of light, calling us forth, entreats our internal orphan to find fugitive solace in the softly respiring aura of solitude.
Play
I have to imagine her death from every conceivable angle. She has assured me she will disappear, said that dying is a trick of the light, and everyone was enamored of the mirage, convinced, in on it, the gag. When … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged betweenworlds, death, dreamscape, life, Light, love story, mirage, persona, playtime, Prose, show, story, Theater
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Casanova’s Memoirs
The weevils chewing through the wall and burrowing into the hollows. Rot sets in. Yet I wake up and the sun is a perfect circle, a ball of fire, a kissing fool’s star. I smile. To hell with the weevils. … Continue reading
Touch
Bleed a sunset until your hands are dyed maraschino, until your palms are scorched. Then go to bed with someone you love. Undress them slowly. When you reach the unoccupied territory of bare skin, allow your hands to caress unremittingly. … Continue reading
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Tagged intimacy, Light, musing, poem, Prose, sensuality, sun, touch
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Maraschino
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Tagged affection, cherry, Light, lovers, poem, Prose, sun, touch
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Slippers
In a well-kept shrine the dignity of slippers unmoved by great lengths.
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Tagged broom, haiku, japan, Light, niigata, poem, shrine, slippers
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Refuge
From the series, Japan Poems. We practice intimacy in scales, from a near warmed distance– a concentrated swath of light, calling us forth, entreats our internal orphan to find fugitive solace in the softly respiring aura of solitude.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged house, japan, Light, poem, Poetry, portrait, sado island, solitude, warmth
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