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You cannot have her, many women in one cloak– split down the middle?
A mother’s dollhouse, twinning brother and sister– Hemingway, age two.
A rocking chair stilled, white on white, burning, no sound– So long, Marianne.
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.
The spider’s web grew roots and limbs, modeling itself a bare, cryptic decoy to court the incendiary kiss of lightning upon sallow grounds.
The opaque gist and myopic blurring of a freshly risen ghost opening its eyes for the first time, wordless in the beginning.
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.
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
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.