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Micro-Film

Modeling tense pause in a suspended sentence– noir, titled: Breathless.

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Night Call

Modeling a Warhol factory recall in red and blatant noir, a long day’s journey into a cinematic cliché of night casts her in the static role of gauzy extra— the frontal glare of lucid life finds her fading in quiet … Continue reading

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Hymn

We are here, but briefly,shadows of candle-lightdancing between dust and choir,day and night,so consider todaya good dayto begin, or to continueunwrapping yourself,and giving you to you as a gift,your soul rightfully taggedas both receiver and sender,in what constitutesa wild embracing … Continue reading

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Monk’s Dream (Take Five)

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Red Wind

The stilettos of red wind go on pecking at me, at us. We haven’t seen our mother in seven months. She was taken away. I could present evidence of my mother— kitchens tattooed onto her elbows and wrists, walking the … Continue reading

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Company

I have always depended on the kindness of solitude to acquaint me favorably with the company of words.

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Glare

We are dreamwalkers punctuated by reveries and long listless spells of want. Conjugal in our misgiven symmetries, our lives readily become us by frayed skeins of intimacy and sensual haunt.

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Company

In the company of numinous graces and unremembered lots Infinity counts upon phenomenal breadth and bandwidth to maximize its local market value within the human plot.

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Intrigue

Plots, in a mysterious ceremony, unending. Ephemera becomes us, if only briefly.

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Notation

Ghosts, in lucid drag, bare to the drifts and unerring grace of realms unending— we, in human-rent shape, exercise particles in a quantum plot of recall and dramatic flair— these mortal coils, shed, in frets and arpeggios, scale by scale, … Continue reading

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