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Trailer for Nocturne Variations

This is the first literary trailer for Nocturne Variations, my new novel, which will be released this November (Unsolicited Press). Watch¬†here. ABOUT:¬†Dystopic Peter Pan meets surrealist noir in this cinemythical tale about love, loss and the illusions of shadow-play. Los … Continue reading

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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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Free Range

Nesting, she brooded on the future of free range– No claims to hold her.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Sitcom

In Episode 12 of Epic Distortions, the dog begs, canned applause.   (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

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Nursery

The nursery burned, as the children kept playing– Parents worlds away.   (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

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Candles

One for each of us, happy born-day, dear sister– Beyond human reach.   (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

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Phantom Itch

Hand, to buy or rent, if phantom props are your thing– Body optional.   (Photo by Man Ray)

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Plaything

Wafting from afar, the intimate rumor of a divine toy, a cryptic plaything, implications in tow. A tonic and pacifier of blank rages; buoy and anti-freeze to sudden plunges into sub-zero climate. These conditions cannot be bested, but they can … Continue reading

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Many Ghosts

Many people in my life have been consumed by fiction. Fiction is a monster. Fiction is a glutton. Like ego, like an insatiable wrath, it never gets enough, is never satisfied. Fiction has consumed and absorbed many people in my … Continue reading

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Dance

Servicing joy’s turn, feet pray upon fertile ground– Grace, joined at the hip.

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