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Dryad

Dryad, in velvet bells, platforms, and heart-shaped shades– Boughs, cited to flare.

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Levitation

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress.    Anya and I were seated on the rubber mat in the front hallway.    We had been playing marbles. Or rather our own version of marbles, which we called Marble Mash. After having … Continue reading

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Franz Kafka

Anxiety’s veil, torn to shreds in the ether– abyss staring back.

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