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Sacrament

The tenderest shoots, she offered as nuptials– Blood, green to the touch.     Advertisements

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Easter

She, tender Sunday, wearing only beads of rain– her skin held the light.

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Opaque

Rebirthing, within fathomless hues, beyond the opaque rim, and vanishing, someone waits to claim your life anew.

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Cubist Pin-Up

Psychically dismembered since birth, Grace walked her palms to her feet, and prayed that everything lost, in between, would return ritually transfigured.

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Creed

As soon as your pen makes first contact with the page you have done yourself the great and holy service of destroying that viral boogeyman, Perfection, which has buried far too many acts of expression and faith, a dream-life darkened … Continue reading

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Melt

Summer night, Brooklyn, girl’s desire for ice cream– Melting, time’s passage.

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Sorcery

The false portal, merely window dressing, appeared in retrospect, long after the floating disc of arclight had guided her past the wraith, and teeth of smoke, a daring exit into fathomless depths.

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Wound

After the first wounding, a necessary course of retrieval was set. She entered herself, a ritual sacrifice to the gods of trespass. She wouldn’t move on until every single pore radiated symmetry undisturbed.

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stones, passing

At the carnival I was most intrigued by the stone-swallower. A waifish bronze-skinned lady with dark hair, plaited, and slender fingers. I was rapt, watching the way she carefully arranged the stones to form a sort of pyramid at her … Continue reading

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