Tag Archives: street

Gloaming

At twilight, the softly paling into summer plum sky, sliver of moon suspended like a bone-white boomerang in the distance, narrow street courting its void with dignity— What kind of dream is this, which reminds you there is nothing to … Continue reading

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Sensorial

From the series, Japan Poems. Wherever you go, rhythm feeds the spectral flow– A moveable feast.

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Less, More

From the series, Japan Poems. Intimacy bred and cultivated by narrowest confines is the progenitor and best advocate for imagination’s nubile foreplay in limitless spaces dreamed up in real time.

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Observance

From the series, Japan Poems. Streets, vivid in character and starred in the calm lore of desolation and subtext, train the wanderer’s interest to stop, notice, gaze deeply at or into causes warming us to the effects through which we … Continue reading

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Wandering

From the series, Japan Poems. Empty streets beckon to breed favored solitude among vagrant dreams.

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Treaty

From the series, Japan Poems. At twilight, the softly paling into summer plum sky, sliver of moon suspended like a bone-white boomerang in the distance, narrow street courting its void with dignity, what kind of dream is this that reminds … Continue reading

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Neighborhood

Footfalls echoing upon cold, comforting stone– the scent of warm bread.   (Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)

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Weight

It gets cold out there, the weight of shadows pressing on her lonely heart.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Follow Me

Upon returning, the man claiming to be Jesus knew the perfect place to kickstart his new wave of miracles, as the parishioners of social media congregated into a mob and followed him down a crooked alley to a street often … Continue reading

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Steps

  Bated hints of squall, narrow longing to ascend– where do the steps end?

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