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Rain

Mist leavening mood, Noir, by any other name– In rain, lovers prey.   (Photo by Anthony Distefano) Advertisements

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Choose Your Own Suspense

Whether I had been waiting for him, or he for me, I could no longer remember. Or maybe he was a she, and I was a you, gender and pronouns being so malleable and always in flux. Whoever, or whatever … Continue reading

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Beckett’s Noir

Uprooted dark rose, growing cold in the shadows– Waiting for Godot?

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Proof

Twinning, to ravel frayed hearts in ghost-dark concert– Proof, to no avail.

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Secret

How the secret falls, from bowed lips modeling noir– Night calls burn slowly.  

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A Hard Case

The other woman is not always who you think– matching fingerprints.

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Moliere Dreams of Noir

It was a blue Monday when she walked into my office, flaming red and smoking green– Drink this, she said, it will make you bigger– it was then that I realized, the gun in my pocket, the stubs in the … Continue reading

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The Killers at Red’s

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations appearing in Riot Material. Joe pushed open the door and a bell sang. Max followed Joe into Red’s. The men’s dark hats and trenchcoats were beaded in snow. Joe took off his hat and waved it … Continue reading

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Venus Infers

Withholding, with intent, for so very  very long, the mouth like moth to flame engaged the key to its lock, while the eyes watched her lover, bearing the scripted burn, drop to his knees, modeling a biblical take on crush.

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Sculpting Fire

An excerpt from Nocturne Variations:    It is like closing your eyes and trying to connect the dots.    This is what Piers is thinking as she sculpts fire onto the blondegirl’s breasts.    Her hands work over the cotton-knit … Continue reading

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