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What Comes to Pass

Agony, a skinned aesthetic drawn from the ash and resin of martyrs cast to perish and runes.   (Artwork by Guy Denning, inspired by the 1928 film, The Passion of Joan of Arc) Advertisements

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Solar Passive

As if luring us to become one with the sun– Melting optional.   (Artwork by Edvard Munch)

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Seer

Borges, the blind seer, man of many labyrinths, at dawn’s edge, a flare.

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Jackson Pollock

Out of silence, and lidded smolder, arose a localized storm. You could say it was a balletic squall forecasting its own tyrant reign and fall, a fate designed to galvanize and then blackout not so gently into that goodnight exit … Continue reading

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Train

I understand, you let the wrong one in again– doors close, doors open.   (Artwork by Nigel Van Wieck)

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Blue

That year, in Paris, distant blue was all the rage– the clown’s mood thickened.   (Painting by Edward Hopper)

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Ice Cream

Like ice cream, this dream of life, wintering its soul– How lovely the melt!   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Starseed

Rending the cosmos, to midwife its own star-seed, to papoose night-bloom.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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If on a Winter’s Night…

In winter’s maw, snow, flutters of feathery pecks– kisses, melt to rash.   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Gertrude Stein

Matron saint of reps, one word, next, again, the same– Style, the modern rage.   (Picasso’s portrait of Gertrude Stein)

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