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Tag Archives: poem
Nipples don’t Kill
In the feral country of nipples,where she-wolves raisetheir pups to howl unashamedlyat the moon,many many men,unconsciously ensnaredin puritanical roots,fear, scorn and revilethe mystery of the female nipple,its organic promise of milk and eternitytoo vagrantly radiantfor many many men’s eyes to … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged art, breasts, homage, nipple country, nipples don't kill, poem, Poetry
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John Fante
April 8th will mark the 113th birthday of Mr. John Fante. His delightful landmine of a novel, Ask the Dust (published in 1939) along with the other three novels which chronicled the exploits of his feisty alter-ego, Arturo Bandini, remain … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Poetry, Prose, Publications
Tagged arturo bandini, ask the dust, italian-american writers, john fante, lose angeles, old school, poem, Prose
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Tatters
For many years I asked Grief to wait outside my window, a peripheral guest chancing obscure, fugitive details, and lighted tatters. Have I been a poor host, stranger to my own ghost and remnants?
The Argument
Reality and me have disagreements all the time. Reality is, by nature, inviolable. And a bit of an existential bully. I am, by illicit union, a child of fiction. And tender in the center. Reality and me don’t always see … Continue reading
God’s Word Against Mine
And on the eighth day she was diagnosed an Artist, and saw that it was good and fierce and necessary, and went forth creating like a madwoman, rattling gravity shackles to the din of furor and crumbling towers within. (Poem … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, photography, Poetry
Tagged arclight, Indie Blue, poem, poetry collection, publishing, the lyrical life, word to the mother
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This Dreamed Life
Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry
Tagged beauty and sadness, devotional, josef sudek, Last roses, poem, rain, window
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Seating Arrangement
The girl in the chair is no longer the girl in the chair, she is neither here nor there, she is always and forget-me-not, soul-spray and glacial uproar causing a siege, she is the spidery patterns of her exploded heart, … Continue reading
Please Sit Down
No sitters to tend, solvent to its own winter, if these floors could talk.
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry
Tagged chair, dissolution, haiku, installation, poem
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A Star is Born
Rending the cosmos, to midwife its own star-seed, to papoose night-bloom.
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry
Tagged art, birth, haiku, poem, star seed, Stars
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Chain Reaction
Night swallowing its own tale of snake swallowing its own tail of night.
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry
Tagged Artwork, cosmic, food chain, haiku, ouroboros, poem, snake
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