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Solitude

Sometimes there is no sound more lonely and beautiful than that of a pen scratching upon a page with a world of silence as your neutral accomplice.

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The Bones and the Blue

“I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and future—the timelessness of the rocks and the hills—all the people who have existed there.  I prefer winter and fall when you feel the bone structure … Continue reading

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Darkroom

In the darkroom of your own solitude the slowly developing photographs of your life can be recollected forwards, as if chronology were a fugue, and you its vigilant timekeeper, twice removed.

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In Her Solitude

Chafing, with matted scales of light, became the cinematic measures by which her solitude was visaged and defined. #29 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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The Soloist

Kettled by mass and slow-building infinity solitude begs nothing of stone and receives a woman through to which to flesh out its lasting hymn and testament.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Winged

How little they know, of her flights beyond reason– Her world, winged, widens.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Bone Dry

Those crisp autumn nights, alone, with miles and miles of thoughts worn to the bone.   (Painting by Edward Hopper)

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Ember

How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.

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Solitude #43

In my solitude, I have found myself wanting to shrink even further, into a speck of light, like lint from a star’s navel, or a velvety swath of dark absented from its tailored source;  in my solitude, I long to … Continue reading

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Musing

Birdless solitude, Winter’s song, slow, deep, solemn– Musing upon spring.

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