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Tag Archives: Prose
Melodrama
Let’s start with this photo, the comic melodrama in which you, perfectly staged, are wearing a blue pinafore dress, your dark hair gagged in pigtails, mouth heavily lipsticked, cheeks cherubically rouged, your eyes two burning ovals of abyss-pooling licorice, sweat … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged bygone era, comic horrors, death, melodrama, penny dreadful, photo, Poetry, Prose, railroads, vaudeville, villain
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Cinema
If cinema is a tomb, then let us die watching. The angel over my shoulder is hunched, dark, morphing. None of us ever leave behind the dark of the theater. We are here, always. Sanctuary, haven, enclave, respite, sitting tight … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged bewitchment, Cinema, Poetry, Prose, real time, screen time, story, trance, trance dancing with words
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Perfect Day
The weevils chewing through the walls and burrowing into the hollows. Rot sets in. Yet I wake up and the sun is a perfect circle, a ball of fire, a kissing fool’s star. I smile. To hell with the weevils. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged decay, kissing fools, lou reed, Poetry, Prose, rebirth, Stars, sun, the fire this time, weevils, words
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Semen
Semen has flowed. The danger is past. This is an old proverb from a sunken country, one that no longer exists. This mother country with its many flaring mother tongues and tidals of flowing semen represents the Great Flood. Semen … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged adolescence, america, circuses, flow, godzilla, Poetry, Prose, vision, words, worlds within
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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
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Tagged bonding, consciousness, love, ocean, passengers, poem, pose, Prose, titanic, vision, worlds at large, worlds within
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A Man Walks Into
A man walks into a man. He realizes it’s the same man … they’re … the same man. They merge. Naturally. Inviolably. A man walks into a man and a merger occurs. Who was I before I walked … Continue reading
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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Comeback
Pretend to be dead at your own funeral. Bask in the unparalleled theater of your ending. When the audience leaves, stop pretending. Plan a comeback, understanding that previous perceptions will be dismissed, and the cast of characters, including you, will … Continue reading