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Tune

To swing and sync, tuned, Music’s inviolable guide to dreaming, in time.

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Dreamscaping

Immutable lore, lucid is as lucid does– What dreams become you?

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Distances

We matched distances— parallel tracks of chilled air, merging warm in touch.

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Jazz

Syncing into tune, we whistle past the graveyard— Stars, moon, all that jazz.

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Thirteen Ways of Visioning a Crow

I. Remember that nouns, verbs and adjectives are made-up things. Crows, on the other hand, are real to life, and winged. II. Place a walnut at the edge of a curb. Wait for a crow to swoop down and take … Continue reading →

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What You Can’t See

Sunset, beading flashfire sparks and gilded symmetry, upon the gloss-dark wings of crows, who, in brazen observance, caw with religious fervor, an airing of lyrics intimately vested to the secret lives of children, walking home, winged.

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Dietrich in Heaven

Spoken Word (John Biscello), Bass (Ben Wright)

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If Sylvia Plath and L.L. Cool J. Had Gotten Down

  Spoken word (John Biscello), Bass (Ben Wright).

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Wingspan

Winged, we found ourselves baiting spools of thinning air— Ground and us, parting.

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Love and Wonderwheeling in a Time of Corona

I’m not going to lie. From a solipsistic perspective and point of view, it’s been pretty damned sweet. Nowhere to be, no timeclocks clogging and vicegripping the rhythms, movements and pulse of each day’s choiceless unfolding, an unflagging sense of … Continue reading →

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