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Nouvelle Vague

From the Polaroid Noir series

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It Never Entered My Mind

From the Polaroid Noir series

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Neverland Noir Debuts

Thank you to the Taos News,  Ekin Balcıoğlu, and Lynne Robinson, for providing this wonderful article and coverage on our upcoming original production, Neverland Noir: https://www.taosnews.com/tempo/arts/neverland-noir-a-classic-tale-dipped-in-shadow/article_79203892-e35c-5522-a249-a085f7d81670.html

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Some Like It Hot

Traversing, in a beat shuffle and worn cadence, many oblique side streets and shadow-stained back alleys to arrive at where he now stood— the white-hot lure and rigged bait of a suspect angel, who played hard to get, beckoned with … Continue reading →

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Nocturne Remixed

Completed film script adaptation of my novel, Nocturne Variations. One of my ongoing projects has been adapting my novels and plays into feature-length film scripts, and it has been a great joy and challenge and learning experience, remixing and re-visioning … Continue reading →

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Noir

From the series, Japan Poems. Screen black. The sound of waves lapping against the shore. Fade in to three police officers and an unshaved man gathered around the empty boat carried in by the sea. The poem ends, the movie … Continue reading →

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Winter Woods

Wendigo-psychosis: A culture-specific disorder, which entails an intense craving for human flesh and fear of becoming a cannibal. In some indigenous cultures, environmental destruction and insatiable greed are seen as manifestations of Wendigo psychosis. I recalled what Mack had said … Continue reading →

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Stop Motion

She stood on the podium, beaming, and began waving to everyone in slow motion. Her hand glided right to left, left to right, a panoramic benediction that didn’t miss a single soul. The bouquet tucked near her bosom exuded a … Continue reading →

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Shadow Play

I saw her again the other night and I followed her. This time she had green eyes and copper hair. I wanted to ask her about that night, what happened between us, had it meant anything, and if so what, … Continue reading →

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What Lonely Places

An Algonquin legend describes the wendigo as a “giant with a heart of ice. Sometimes it was thought to be entirely made of ice. Its body is skeletal and deformed, with missing lips and toes.”The Algonquin people claimed that during … Continue reading →

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