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Tag Archives: Prose
Apocalypse Now and Again
Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Spoken Word, Poetry, text, Prose, death, apocalypse, endings
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In the Dark
Posted in Audio, Poetry, Prose, photography
Tagged Spoken Word, Poetry, Prose, words, voices, the dark
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If God
Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged God, new myths, Poetry, Prose, Spoken Word, words
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Nocturne
Posted in Audio, Poetry, Prose, photography
Tagged Poetry, Prose, eyes, words, Audio, voice, intimacies
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Lore and Order
Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged america, Audio, boxcar, music, Prose, prosody, road trip, Spoken Word, tramps
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Born Yesterday
Posted in Audio, Artwork, Poetry, Prose, photography
Tagged Poetry, Prose, myth, photography, words, Audio, travel, beginnings, endings
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Birthing Slivers
She came to me when I was a child. Let’s say when I was two, no three. She came to me when I was three. That is me, aged three, centuries ago, someone else’s tears crystallized into this frail pulsing … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, photography
Tagged angel, birth, music, photography, Prose, text, voices, wings, words
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Our Lady of Dust
They taught us dust. Those were our lessons. There were other lessons but allegedly none more important than the lessons in dust the sermons. We dreamed dust. We ate dust. There was dust favoring the sunlight insisting upon the rotting … Continue reading
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