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Hemingway in Mexico

Papa Hemingway, gone to pot in Mexico– to have and have not.

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Door

There is a legend of a door hidden from hearts– How stones, unturned, scar.

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Swell

This house on a hill, overlooking love, dreams us– Clouds, gently touched, swell.

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Terrace

Young girl on terrace, looking down upon the world– Where did mommy go?    

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Picasso Who?

No painter required, just a door, and running blues– Fuck museum walls.    

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Buddha’s Ninth Life

Fasting on patience, the cat became enlightened– No reason to leap.

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How Stones Love

Almost as if the stones, a bundle of prehistoric easter eggs,  and petrified sweeps and flourishes of gondoliering motion, were modeling poetry, an implacable ode and incalculable sonnet to the sea, whose flagrant tempest, bound to strict meter, abrades the … Continue reading

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Orpheus in Mexico

Wherever there is a time-scarred stone stairwell, there is the wandersick soul of Orpheus, forever walking backwards in search of his Eurydice, her heart the lost season in a hell of imagined distance.

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It’s All Greek to Me

Katabasis, Greek for downgoing or descent– Orpheus, evinced.

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