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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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Footfalls

Not a simple feat, to follow one’s own footsteps– I, me, her, repeat.        

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Veils

Succubus to self, modeling Salome, dance of the seven deadly veils, thinned, to bare pleasure, and visitation rites.

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Superstar

Baby, forget the petals, we’ll feed you thorns, you’ll be like Jesus Christ in black tights, a superstar in dark eye shadow, Joan of Arc with your own pop-branded stigmata, the world will adore you– What do you say? Will … Continue reading

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Haunt

Make me an offer, they shoot pretty girls, don’t they? Leave haunting to me.

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Peter

Weeping for his past, rare photo of Peter Pan– Next stop, Neverland.   (Photo by Weegee)

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