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Tag Archives: poem
Gloaming
At twilight, the softly paling into summer plum sky, sliver of moon suspended like a bone-white boomerang in the distance, narrow street courting its void with dignity— What kind of dream is this, which reminds you there is nothing to … Continue reading
Cause of Light
She stood at a distance, imagining her daughter there, playing. She saw how her daughter lit up with glee when she was near the sea, or scampering along the shoreline, collecting shells, poking holes in the mud with a stick, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged childhood, Dancing, grief, light and shadow, mother and duahgter, past present future, poem, Prose, purge, release, sea, shoreline blues
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A.I.
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged 21st century programming, a.i., building a nuclear family, family refunctioning, identity, intelligence artificialized, poem, Poetry, self immolation, Spoken Word, tech yourself before you wreck yourself, tinders and cinders
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©
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged copyright, drawn lines, identity, imaginary selves, originality, persona, poem, Poetry, remixes, self, spin doctoring, Spoken Word, words
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Ghost Story
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged dispossessed, ghost story, Mirror, mirror mirror, poem, Poetry, possession, reflections, spiritspeak, Spoken Word
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Titanic
If there were two, then let us say there were two. The two danced on the time-haunted deck of the Titanic, they called it the Titanic because they understood the floor beneath their feet was not to be trusted, nor … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged bonding, consciousness, love, ocean, passengers, poem, pose, Prose, titanic, vision, worlds at large, worlds within
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Knocking on Silence
Writing often feels like knocking on silence. Like, I’m at some mysterious stranger’s door and it is raining outside and I am wet and rumpled (inside and out), hoping the door will open and I will be let in. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged knock knock jokes, poem, Prose, rain, the song, the struggle, the universe, writing, writing life
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In the Company of Solitude, Vol. 3
This volume features shrines and cemeteries, and a visit to Ryokan’s hut.
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged cemetery, japan, kyoto, montage, niigata, photography, poem, Poetry, Ryokan, sado island, shrine, Spoken Word, tokyo, Video
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Comeback
Pretend to be dead at your own funeral. Bask in the unparalleled theater of your ending. When the audience leaves, stop pretending. Plan a comeback, understanding that previous perceptions will be dismissed, and the cast of characters, including you, will … Continue reading
End of Days
Name your child End of Days. When your child is throwing a tantrum, say—End of Days, I need you to stop this instant. When your child goes to sleep at night, tell them—Sweet dreams, End of Days, I love you. … Continue reading
