Tag Archives: window

Leaf

 A single leaf,solitary, unattached, at homein space, feral puckerseizing upon glass,a lonely kissmoist to the crunch. Photo by Josef Sudek

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Apple

The apple doesn’t beg to be loved, it keeps still, appling to the utmost, as rain and sunlight seep into the gravity of its core. Photo by Josef Sudek

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Devotional

Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading

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Watchful

Sometimes it goes without saying– a woman’s loss teased into vertical symmetry as memory assails from a lighted distance.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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The Brides

Winter grows its own brides, penitent, forlorn, pining to wed a warm draft of air, a silking furl of yellow, before systemic freeze slows desire to a limnal peck.   (Image: CocoRosie)

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Confidentially Speaking

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

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Scarring

There are stories, chanced to be heard in silent scars– listen with your eyes.

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Unabated

Hope, that thing unfettered, soul’s window flung open, to bask, to air myself, unabated, no past to claim or follow.

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Jean Rhys at Twilight

Nutrition fact: Did you know that windows like to eat writers who diet on silence and dust-motes, they swallow the writers whole, or in fragments, devouring them slowly, ever so slowly, until all that remains is a ghost, where a … Continue reading

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Film Still

She, the heroine, in the still of her own life– Christ, how far to go?   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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