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Tag Archives: novel
Rainy Day Woman
When Lucy left the café, I saw her open her umbrella before stepping out into the rain. Her umbrella was red. Her long wool coat was black. These colors, as harmony, stitched together by the rain, echoed within me for … Continue reading
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Tagged colors, excerpt, lust, no one dreams in color, novel, obsession, rain, rainy woman
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Come Wander With Me
Through grotesquely chapped lips, Bert whistled a bright tune, and managed to keep whistling with melodious tenacity as he and George walked.What’s that tune?I don’t know. Something I heard a long time ago.It’s nice Bert real nice. And the fact … Continue reading
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Tagged bert williams, comedy is tragedy, desert blues, excerpt, geroge walker, novel, Prose, vaudeville
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Demasking is a Crime
It was in the year _____ that a maskless society ceased to exist. Everyone was issued a mask. All masks were the same. A uniform anonymity, a sea of samefulness, or rather there was only one standard issue mask that … Continue reading
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Tagged demaskingis a crime, dystopic novel now, excerpt, last furies, Masks, novel, psyshic wounds, revelations
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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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Tagged New York, noir, north, novel, novel excerpt, wendigo, winter woods
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Girl, Interrupted
You, Viola, hadn’t believed in love at first sight until you met Evie. Yet it wasn’t just love at first sight, was it? It was love at first sound, love at first gesture. At the dress rehearsal, you saw her … Continue reading
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Tagged excerpt, last furies, novel, obsession
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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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Tagged dreams, excerpt, no one dreams in color, noir, novel, obsession, shadows
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Impermanence
From the Notebooks of Andre Macon Andrei Tarkovsky, diary entry, 1979: Reread Castaneda’s The Lessons of Don Juan. A marvelous book, and very true because— The world is not all as it appears to us. Under certain conditions it could … 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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Tagged dreams, excerpt, no one dreams in color, noir, novel, Prose, wendigo
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The Color of Now
There lay the casket, in the center of a damp room, an elegant horizontal initiate ready to receive first and last offerings. Burnished cherrywood veneer, its interior lined with pale pink, the color of reprieve or fresh heaven. The softly … Continue reading
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Tagged funeral, girls, last furies, novel, red joans, sorrow
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Scar Country
Blonde thimbles of sunlight pour onto and speckle the faded terra-cotta roofs, the play of light on hidden scars, the song with unremembered lyrics.Four towels draped on the railing of a terrace to air-dry. Two green, one blue, one red.The … Continue reading
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Tagged excerpt, last furies, long walk home, mexico, novel, play of light, scars
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