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Tag Archives: voices
Reckoning
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Spoken Word, story, voices, words
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In the Dark
Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Poetry, Prose, Spoken Word, the dark, voices, words
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Lemon
I don’t tell him there is no such thing as Claudia Lemon, she’s invented, he knows nothing about Clarise Lermontov, my ghost, my first country, there is no Clarise, only Claudia Lemon, and there is the young girl who loved … Continue reading
Birthing Slivers
She came to me when I was a child. Let’s say when I was two, no three. She came to me when I was three. That is me, aged three, centuries ago, someone else’s tears crystallized into this frail pulsing … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged angel, birth, music, photography, Prose, text, voices, wings, words
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Doll
Nineteen rifles and the village was burned to the ground nineteen rifles stolen by rebels and then came the awful burning down what was called scorched earth policy. My mother my father my brother were burned down to the ground … Continue reading
Time after Time
When and where time goes unrecognized there is a beautiful purposeless freeze, the swiftness of eternity so swift there is no race at all, no motion, just music, which is why shakespeare urged one and all to play on, why … Continue reading
John Biscello 