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Tag Archives: Poetry
Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
And on the eighth day, unseasonably warm, the hounds basking in hell, modeling balmy, crotch-rot bikinis in Gilead, called out— Please, God, let our leader mirror starkly our deepest fears and shadows, let him be as I, for I am … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged bible, bloodlust, gilead, grand guignol, lyrics to go, poem, Poetry, zombies
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Edie, Interrupted
Splitting images, resurrection on a loop– Stripping for heaven.
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged actress, Edie Sedgwick, film, It Girl, model, Poetry, The Factory, warhol days
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The Menken
She, the Menken, Byronic in flame and force, mastered the art of social media long before technology caught up, selling the illusion of a man/ woman bound naked to a horse; she, the salacious Mazeppa, incited a modern storm, long … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, photography, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged 19th century, actress, adah isaacs menken, Byron, poet, Poetry, woman on fire
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Dietrich in Heaven
My spoken word piece, “Dietrich in Heaven” is now live in the Open Mic section of New Pop Lit, a publication whose mission is to fuse pop writing with the literary, creating a new hybrid.
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Publications, Video
Tagged Heaven, longing, Marlene Dietrich, new pop lit, old hollywood, Poetry, pop culture, romance, Spoken Word
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Meaning of the Mob
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged lyrics to go, mob mentality, poem, Poetry, Spoken Word, verses from the abstract, voice is all
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Claim for the Meek
Posted in Audio, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged god's mask, how the light gets in, lyrics to go, Poetry, spirit, Spoken Word
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Origin Story
Rending the cosmos,to midwife its own star-seed,to papoose night-bloom. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
First Cut
Hard to move forward,when bound to what’s gone–She bought a new pairof industrial scissors. (Installation by Izumi Yokoyama)
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry
Tagged art, cutting, installation, looking ahead., looking back, Mirror, poem, Poetry, tangles
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