Tag Archives: Stars
Starry Night
Stars, the luminous freckles on God’ night-face, or angelic winks from afar, lovingly rendered by a painter named Vincent who bore clearly his scars with exquisite faith. Advertisements
Crescent
Rupture in the night, sharp crescent benediction– every fool hooked.
Anais Nin
Portrait of a gaze, fixed to a remote star, caving– Form follows distance.
Monroe and Dietrich
Fated alignment, luminaries to bask in– Arc of frozen lights.
Lord Byron
Fretting noble cause, the starry heart lays rogue siege– I, seed of Legion
Lana Del Rey
Lush, red, reposing to give Nostalgia its due– Stars wear ghosts for you.
Starstuff
Carl Sagan curates a silent film revival– stardust memories.
Canticle
The stars indelibly printed on obsidian reams of sky, a course in illuminated text by which we redeem the necessary canticle to cite a gilded theme.
Film Treatment
God in the small details, the Devil in the abstract— in between, Us, the stuff stars are made from, on the cutting room floor.
Claim
She, bidden by valid tense, unhooked a claim of stars, and lighted her grief, inverting the symmetry of arc.
