Tag Archives: play

The Soldier

Excerpt from All the Last Furies. He swept me into the storage room of the inn. Baited me with the promise of candy. Something so simple, and yet candy might be the ultimate siren for children, its lure a golden … Continue reading

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Bike Rally

At childhood’s wild edge, play as the sacred totem– No license required.

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Satyr

I found him, wanting, satyr’s swell of thorny play– fondling fresh, green grass.

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Wonder

Each spring they return, bound to renew small wonders– Innocent by turns.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)    

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Autobiography

To know myself, a rogue aggregate of loving atoms, a happy shivering clusterfuck of luminous baubles banded together to forge and assume an alleged identity, no papers or pulpit required, to fulfill an arc, and heart-guided directives, to be a … Continue reading

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Nursery

The nursery burned, as the children kept playing– Parents worlds away.   (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

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Hallway

This could be titled John Biscello Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, could be titled Romancing the Ghosts, or perhaps no title at all, just a flickering reminiscence trapped in a photo snapped by a childhood friend who swears that he occasionally … Continue reading

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In Love and War

(Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.)    I dumped all my G.I. Joes out of the shopping bag and onto the pavement of the driveway. I separated the good guys from the bad guys, and then arranged them in specific positions. … Continue reading

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Burn While Reading

Touch, how her body becomes a pulsing slate of Braille, your fingers, unfinished, running on

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Liason

Adore, the charmed offspring of Love’s prickly liason with Innocence before it ripens and falls. 

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