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Tag Archives: poem
Wanderland
There is no journey. Only myths in which we fit our lust to wander.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged dream, haiku, journey, mythology, pilgrimage, poem, wanderlust, [poetry
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Footnotes
Streets, vivid in character, and seeded in the calming lore of desolation and subtext, train the wanderer’s interest to stop, notice, gaze deeply at or into causes warming us to the effects through which we marvel, lost, at curiously intimate … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged cause and effect, flaneur, lore, lyrics, poem, street life, streets, travel, wandering, worlds within
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Time, Travel
The boy sat on the train that would take him to the station where he would catch the train that would take him to the airport where he would be lifted away from everything he had been dreaming in real-time. … Continue reading
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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