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Tag Archives: story
Outpost
They don’t know my name. Thank god. If they knew my name, they’d curse it, they’d turn it into meat scrap. The stories have to keep changing. And the characters. Or they will find us. I realize I am … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged arctic circle, brothers, family, fiction, fragment, Prose, sisters, story, storytelling, survival, work in progress
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Process and Zeitgeist
It was what Crowfeather called the Blue Star ceremony, or Above Air ceremony. It took place on Winter Solstice 2020. It wad during the enigmatic, unsettling and ominous period of COVID, the virus that was upsetting the balance of the … Continue reading
Scraps
Each one of us are curating our own reality, our own collections. Philosophy is a crooked thumb trying to hitch a lift to the stars. I listen to the wind sing, but can’t understand the words. The No Trespassing sign … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged contemplation, dreams, fiction, fragments, language, music, philosophy, Poetry, reveries, self expression, solitude, story, vision, voice, wonder, words
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Kid in a Western
He could feel his hand, an undertaker’s apprentice, rosy rash pecking out a tremolo in the palm’s moist center, a fluttery pulse, as his fingers massaged the handle. His fingers ever sensitive to the crushed pollen coating the handle (time … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Poetry, Prose
Tagged americana, dimestore novel, fiction, gunfight, lore, myth, pulp fiction, story, The Kid, western, wild west
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Way Station
I walked to the train station at night. I was going to drive. It was a hot day, I had already been out walking in the sun, and I thought—just drive to the train station. But when it was time … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged america, desolation, fiction, fragment, Prose, railroad, rain, shadows, story, town, train station, travel, writing
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Of Place and Haunt
It was a town caught in the thorny stasis between living and dying, between mortuary and chrysalis. I want to examine why it is I am drawn to places like this, why I always return to this specific feeling of … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged desolation, dilapidated, erosion, fiction, fragment, ghosts, inner world, place, Prose, story, time, town, travel, writing
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It Girl
“Evie laughed to herself. It was just acting. Then again, she often did have trouble determining where she ended and someone else began. She wasn’t sure if this was a side-effect to acting, or to existing. Or if there was … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged actress, american novel, canadian press, Cinema, Edie Sedgwick, Factory Girl, fiction, inspiration, It Girl, model, novel, story, Surrealism, Theater, warhol
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Bert and George
“All Bert and George ever did was wander in the desert. An endless wandering, sandblasted peregrinations to nowhere, a tubercular odyssey with no point. They wandered, kept each other company, drove each other nuts, got into and out of scrapes … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged american novel, avant garde, bert williams, black pioneers, canadian press, Cinema, comedy, early 20th century, fiction, george walker, novel, Poetry, Prose, story, Surrealism, Theater, tragedy, vaudeville, williams and walker
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Seance
It was a time in her life when she was not there, not inside herself or her life. And she was pregnant. Pregnant by the wrong man, so many wrong turns and wrong men, and this one, a mislaid night … Continue reading
Moonstruck
A lamp clicks on. A swath of gauzy light projects cinematically onto a chrome operating table, where an umbrella and a sewing machine are making love. Are about to make love. Have already made love. Their romance transcends tenses and … Continue reading
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