Tag Archives: Literary

Rilke

Consort of angels, intimacies unfettered– split man between worlds. Advertisements

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In Love and War

I dumped all my G.I. Joes out of the shopping bag and onto the pavement of the driveway. I separated the good guys from the bad guys, and then arranged them in specific positions. Before initiating a battle, or an … Continue reading

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Death of a Super Hero

   I was six when I found out I’d never become a super-hero.    We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother, my father.    My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading

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Scroll

One man’s boyish scroll as the road map for parched throats– Long-running well-spring.

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Kingdom

Keys to the kingdom, one graceful peck at a time– No wings required.

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The Little People

Just found out my story, “The Little People,” was nominated for Best of the Net. Audio-version of the story can be heard here, in Golden Walkman magazine.

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Enigma

Modeling the glyphs of a soul’s swooning cursive– Who will transcribe me?

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Anais Nin

Portrait of a gaze, fixed to a remote star, caving– Form follows distance.

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Nin and Miller

Kindred spirit-play, by voice, a million worn pages– currency of love.

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Reign

By cyclical turns, opiate visions seal clouds– Siren’s acid reign.

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