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Transience

She never did go anywhere, you know? Some ghosts become totemic stand-bys for the lives they never lived, for potentialties that passed, in solemn wisp, from dream to dream, then fade. #44 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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Transients

She was a matter of falling, and scaling the air, and I, street to her clouds, abandoned myself to growing realer and realer in vivid contrast to her sofly fading out and in.

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Paris

I have never been to Paris, and so I must write about my time there, how Hemingway threw the gauntlet at my feet and challenged me to an armwrestling match three times, beating me each and every time, and Hemingway … Continue reading

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Suitcases

Traveling light, dark, baggage claimed, left behind, she ordered her life, simply, through metaphor and blithe repetitions, expecting very little in return.     (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Road

Waiting, still, waiting, the unbearable lightness of life between homes.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Backroads

Traveling mapless backroads, I found heaven looking for me.

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Flea Bitten

Greyhound: A sleek, streamlined, swift-as-the-wind breed of dog. A coughing, sputtering, wheezing, smoke-blowing mutt, prone to flea infestation.    I spent a great deal of my twenties canned inside the dank sweaty armpit of travel Americana: Greyhound.  It was an … Continue reading

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Blank

It was my last dream, its ending a blank respite between acts and lives.

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Princess Leia on the Rocks

Excerpt from “Stray Passages: My time in San Francisco lasted a little over a month and would have been even shorter if not for Diana.  I arrived and decided to check into a hostel in North Beach.  I picked North … Continue reading

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Flea Circus

Excerpt from “Stray Passages” Greyhound: A sleek, streamlined, swift-as-the-wind breed of dog. A coughing, sputtering, wheezing, smoke-blowing mutt, prone to flea infestation.    I spent a great deal of my twenties canned inside the dank sweaty armpit of travel Americana: … Continue reading

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