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Venetian Noir

Venetian Noir. Because every writer needs at least one identity crisis and an alter ego to match.

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Claim for the Meek

I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and … Continue reading

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Once

The face you don’t see, marred by Love’s forfeit and cease– She was the one, once.

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Mask

You cannot see tears burned inside a hidden face– Dying by degrees.

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Reign

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

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Shuffle

  Rigged shuffle to bare, Love being not blind but masked– Pair of hearts, folding.

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Stir

Scraping grave remnants, the woman’s canceled bones stir– You will know my name.

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American Beauty

It was only after they were dropped off and left alone in the middle of an autumn-brushed field, that she realized that the man with whom she was paired was no longer her husband, or never had been; the stranger’s … Continue reading

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Corset

In a vain attempt, she corseted herself in green wind and cellophane, votive to a thin whip of air. As she lay there, colors emptying to gray, before the round voices and fast hands came, she fell in and saw … Continue reading

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Claim for the Meek

I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and … Continue reading

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