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Thickening Plot

The lessons were simple– Never take a bath in fast-drying cement, and never love a man who won’t do your back when everything hardens quickly.   (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Bathwater Blues

I held out my hands, when you asked me to come clean– Sorry for the mess.   (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Vines

No one said a word, but the house knows the story– The doors remain locked.   (Photo by Heather Ross)    

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Holding Pattern

Even now, it’s vague, how an image claims absence– Looking back, I freeze.   (Photo by Heather Ross)    

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Once Removed

Estranged, yet aloft, in a world her vision sculpts– Adulthood far off.   (Photo by Josef Sudek)    

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This Way In

There is a holding that patterns its assured grip on a tender charge.

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The Walk

The vagaries of a portent, perhaps a reckoning– no, he wasn’t brave, but he was with angel, or some kind of numinous equivalent. A quest started way back when was about to take a turn one way or another. His … Continue reading

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Breeze

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

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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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