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Siren

Grief embraces change through form, exploded to shape a sense of calling.   (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

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Faulkner Country

Into the veins went sweet, whistling air, whittled bark, and dark, teeming soil, and out poured insular lyrics, sculpted with gospel flair, to give the Word its fated due.

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Wild Shoots

Alternatively, love the extraordinary fact of your being.

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An Affair to Remember

What had they become? Memory no longer served– Love, some cake, then what?

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History’s Greatest Hits: The Revolutionary Years

Credit the actor playing George Washington for conveying imperturbable nobility and epic mien (his body language screaming manifest destiny) in this advertisement for a reality show that would spawn a weblike network of programs dedicated to the emblematic trinity of … Continue reading

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The Games We Play

We played hide and seek as if children on the edge– I found you, and wept.

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In Our Solitude

Poor resignation, accruing beatific quiet for the meek.   (Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)    

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Pilgrimage

Sometimes you’ve got to walk alone through the desert to know your true place among the company of stars.

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Neighborhood

Footfalls echoing upon cold, comforting stone– the scent of warm bread.   (Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)

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The Sisters

Bearing the burden of beauty and mysterious growth the sisters kept themselves aloft and separated from a world with mostly closed doors and severely cramped imagination.   (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

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