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Tag Archives: photography
Sub-Versive
It was a pleasure working with the supple-minded, vision-eyed, Michael Falasco, on the Sub-Versive photo series. Two hybrid snaps from our collaboration.
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged camera, improv, photography, pix, radio, street art, through the lens, vagabond
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Torch Song
From the series, “Interior Lighting for Lost Cinema”
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged cindy sherman, photography, sorcereress, spoke word, torch song, voice, words
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In Our Solitude
Posted in Artwork, Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged myth, photography, solitude, Spoken Word, story, visions, words
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Born Yesterday
Posted in Artwork, Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Audio, beginnings, endings, myth, photography, Poetry, Prose, travel, words
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Birthing Slivers
She came to me when I was a child. Let’s say when I was two, no three. She came to me when I was three. That is me, aged three, centuries ago, someone else’s tears crystallized into this frail pulsing … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged angel, birth, music, photography, Prose, text, voices, wings, words
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Breathing Lessons
In school they taught us how to breathe differently. There were other lessons but this was considered the most important one. We had to learn a new way of breathing. Techniques, exercises: what to do, what not to do. They … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged breathing, dust, photography, Prose, school, words
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Found Lost
We recall fondly. We recollect. The good old days in which we titled windmills redolently and rode clanging dusty boxcars across the glaring horizontal spread of america. What a lay we said hitching up our pants sticking our peckers into … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged america, boxcars, good old days, imaginary landscapes, josef sudek, painting, photography, tramps, vision, words
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Partitions
It has been called this mortal longing and we have all hailed there all ached there swearing. Between lisping partitions of rain we seek phantom threads blue gray promising to guide us down unmarked roads to deepening distances. Seeking being … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Brassai, longing, photography, Poetry, Prose, rain, words
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The Unseen
We lie here in fields dreaming unseen and fondle ourselves forgetting ourselves. In intermittent flashes elegies come as summons as reminders advertising what it was like to be human whenever that was. What was it like to be human the … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged calling, echoes, elegy, felt, heather ross, photography, Prose, story, unseen, words
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Tender is the Night
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged Jazz Age, New Mexico, photo op, photography, Taos, the writing life
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