Tag Archives: Surrealism

Spiral

Time’s spiraling melt– Must you be leaving so soon to arrive anew?     Advertisements

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Red

Never before seen footage of lives dreamed in red- set fire to curtains.

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Compass

Compass of the heart, gives just cause to origins– no road an island.

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Bisect

Embryonic love, between consenting figments– Ovum, bisected.

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Row

Domestic setting, religious catastrophe– Row your boat, Noah.

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Mating Call

In a traceless sky, Dali’s lovebird moustaches– Dada’s nature call.

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Childhood’s Edge

  Excerpt from Nocturne Variations:    The show has ended and we are now in the upstairs room at Tabanid, the room known as the Attic. It is sort of a private clubhouse, a vice den with no regard for … Continue reading

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Shadows on Ice

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations.    They were spinning slowly, ever so slowly.    Do you want to go faster, Piers reached down for the dial. I can make us go faster.    No, Anya smiled. I like the speed. We’re … Continue reading

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The Well

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations When Piers was six she fell into a well. The well was abandoned and no longer had any water in it. If there would have been water in it, Piers would have drowned. Sometimes she’d imagine … Continue reading

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Sculpting Fire

An excerpt from Nocturne Variations:    It is like closing your eyes and trying to connect the dots.    This is what Piers is thinking as she sculpts fire onto the blondegirl’s breasts.    Her hands work over the cotton-knit … Continue reading

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