Caravaggio self seduction
Un-jar me twist me open breeze me grins and knead me shimmered; melt my heart in bubble-journey; make it me and me. Then bring with chiaroscuro brushstrokes, shadow-dance; and lead […]
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Porcupine and fi(e)n
The porcupine’s a creature creased a spin of pins It’s a preacher’s histrionic fein of flair, it’s (s)licks of chair. Still it’s fine this phoenix-fix from ash to his my […]
This side’s no longer wild
Belied and taken, brought to underbelly alleys wild enough to see the free of stairwayed heavens Holly’s sullied, desecrated, flailing shaven failing on the wilder side of falling. Darlinged, one […]
Clara
Cattle die, kinsmen die you yourself die; I know one thing which never dies: the judgment of a dead (wo)man’s life. Hávamál Maybe it’s the fact I’m dead that modified […]
Eight views of fall
I. Gathering of clouds: dusk being the dark denominator of autumn equinox and sheets of rain. II. Not even the raven can cease to shiver underneath the shadows from a […]
