Tag Archives: shadow play

Boneyard

I tell myself stories in the dark, Anya. Whether or not they help is either of primary consequence or none at all. Sometimes you have to walk through the boneyard in order to reach the garden. This is what I … Continue reading

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Feast Days

I could feel the music of a slow future dying inside me. And the past very much alive, like shimmering beatific flowers, like luscious night thistles. The past is a changeable feast. Except it is a feast that eats and … Continue reading

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The Dark

Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it Anya. Listening to the dark. And it was because of you Anya that I started naming different types of dark, … Continue reading

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Station

Anya, I long to reach you only because I know that you are unreachable. It keeps my longing in a chrysalis state, a cocoon state. Nothing ever grows. It simply hums and palpitates and aspires toward growth. It is the … Continue reading

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Shadow Theater

A veil, comprised of symmetry and tone, to tease the liminal cover-up of our nothingness, revealed as kin to poem.    

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Golem

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations: I think, the bottom line, Piers, is that one’s protector is or can become one’s destroyer. Angels are monsters in wait, same as monsters are angels awaiting transformative context. The two are one and to divide … Continue reading

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