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Breeze

Modeling a breeze, exultancy became her, wave by breaking wave.   (Photo by Anne Brigman) Advertisements

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First Course

Awakened, by the sound of light, revelations began feeding her from roots down to sky.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Arbus and the Balloon

Consider the balloon, a bobbing derivative of gravity defied, a plaything modeling its claim of the edge to give the background its sublime due.

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The Fugitive

One of these mornings, when the weather was different, more forgiving, she would catch up to herself, that fretful woman always just ahead, fifty to one hundred steps or so, hastening to avoid the rain-darkened woman always just behind her … Continue reading

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Coupling

Longing comes to know itself as a bushy plant straddling the mist-slicked head of a motionless bike, the soft conjoining tease of silhouettes banking on an anonymous night.   (Photo by Brassai)    

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Timeshare

It is scary once you realize that the past can be changed, and that the future is fixed, a rigged absolute. Knowing that changes everything. And what about the present? For some the present is intolerable cruelty, unimpeachable company. For … Continue reading

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Game of Chance

He had searched high and low, mostly low, but he knew his fate waited somewhere between a wrong number and an empty glass. He squeezed his lucky rabbit’s foot before entering.

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Geist

Memory, like stone tapes, like hardened slabs of analog recalling the icy geist of my childhood in a Brooklyn basement, revisited.

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Wings and Prayers

“Armed with burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.”–Arthur Rimbaud Piers, rocking the morphlife, growing her wings. Nocturne rising. Pinkmilk dawn on its tender heels.

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What Dreams May Come

Piers, cloud-crowned, reflectively slotted in her shadowlife. Nocturne on the horizon.    

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