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You cannot have her, many women in one cloak– split down the middle?    

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Anima

A mother’s dollhouse, twinning brother and sister– Hemingway, age two.

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Marianne

A rocking chair stilled, white on white, burning, no sound– So long, Marianne.

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Lady Lazarus

By the palm’s raised standard of root and stigmata, the dawn’s filtrating spread of light and volume give new breath to the legend of Lady Lazarus reborn.

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Spark

The spider’s web grew roots and limbs, modeling itself a bare, cryptic decoy to court the incendiary kiss of lightning upon sallow grounds.

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In the Beginning

The opaque gist and myopic blurring of a freshly risen ghost opening its eyes for the first time, wordless in the beginning.  

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Mystery

Because we never met, you will forever and always remain the fretted girl behind double crossed scratched glass square rooted Brooklyn train station blues, the soundless frozen fragment of a life running on and outward bound.

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Childhood’s Edge

  Excerpt from Nocturne Variations:    The show has ended and we are now in the upstairs room at Tabanid, the room known as the Attic. It is sort of a private clubhouse, a vice den with no regard for … Continue reading

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Girl

Shrouded in white fire, barred from true exit, she, a marvelous and fearful shudder, is torn mysteriously from dreams rounded by the sleep of babes fitted to gallows.

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Worn

In transit, and in stillness, station by station, one chance moment out of a million and one lost, we see love, in a precious tangle, a flaccid melt, and we renew ourselves through the rumpled means of lives unmade to … Continue reading

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