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Cinema

   If cinema is a tomb, then let us die watching. The angel over my shoulder is hunched, opaque, morphing.    None of us ever leave behind the darkened theater. We are here, always. Sanctuary, haven, enclave, respite, sitting tight … Continue reading

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Confidentially Speaking

Who, what, where and when, stories love lighted windows at night, plot thickens.

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