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Pour

I get lost, looking, so much sky to soften course, so much light, slow poured. Advertisements

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Pulpit

At the true pulpit, Silence reigns, speaking volumes– To praise, we listen.

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Lodge

Hell, according to Sartre, is other people. When I arrived, god knows where, silence, dust, clouds, a time-scarred sign and not a soul anywhere to be found, I began, in earnest, and jest, to wonder if Sartre was right, heaven, … Continue reading

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Near

So near to this thing, this love, chastened, on shore’s edge– Forever, dear, yes.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Roots

Some launches do not require propulsion but rather firm solid rootedness to this floating world.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Lucent

The house, the chair, the vintage attire, the cloud-pastried sky with no limits, time and again she projected herself into someone else’s life, their memories and reality, and saw herself reflected as if a happy mannequin behind lucent glass.

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Breadth

Clouds, how we graze upon the incalculable breadth of God, storm watch notwithstanding.

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2-Sentence Horror Story

Will you marry me, and promise to be mine forever and ever? Yes, she agreed, one foot in the grave, the other scraping forward.

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Night Sky

Within the plum-dark consciousness of God’s mysterious mind, Stars tells stories of unsung psalms seeded piercingly bright.

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Gypsy

I have seen the stars travel in caravans at night, cursive gypsies aloft in God’s darkened mouth, the moon, a minted coin, or silver eyelet, peerless in its glint of visions and voice.

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