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Nocturne

In not so many words I found my wanting voice warming and calling out to you almost. It was going to say things about blues and greens I think in relation to the sea in relation to your eyes. I … Continue reading

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Still of the Night

It is like having a piece of hard existential candy lodged in your larynx while all around you voices demand the strictest means of geometry by which to constellate your semblance.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Night Gallery

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Ghost

Classic ghost story, you have haunted your own life– No man’s epitaph.  

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Chairs

An empty chorus of chairs humming a nocturne, softly, in unison– Thanks for the memories!    

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Wreck

Mariner’s dark script, prophetic slant on wrecked mates– No man’s Moby Dick.

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Surface

Alchemy of fugue, shifting tides rent rising blues– surface lies in wait.

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Nocturne

By intent of wraith, shadow capes fullest fathoms– Sentenced to dreaming.  

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Unfinished Nocturne

She is the living embodiment of a nocturne, a girl who gathers dark and silence from the cave she inhabits. Or the cave that inhabits her. She sits, stock-still, a fugitive Buddha quietly gathering dark. Quietly, but not always serenely. … Continue reading

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Filigree

And on the eighth day, gospel and inviolate, the Moon went on a bender, pouring silver chaste with salve, or, how the world, toddling due course, filigreed the necessary dark by grieving jointly.

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