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King of Birds (interlude)

He is the captain of shipwrecks, a brutal youth who can’t read a map to save his life. He digs for buried treasure in all the wrong places. He sails through the staggering hills of the Pacific Ocean believing that … Continue reading

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The Biography of Maria Callas

Her mother had episodes of grandiosity and forced Maria to wear expensive dresses that were too big so that she could not go outside and play with the other children. There was never a lemonade stand and rarely were there … Continue reading

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Lament (v.1)

Who, if not you, will recognize the silent unease that plagues my heart? Silence roams the depths of my tortured chamber and haunts it with doubt. I lay stunned by the shock of your absence amidst my desperate cry of … Continue reading

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The Battle of Little Bighorn

It was the summer of the Battle of Little Bighorn. My brother and I stood on the last stand hill beneath the shredded prairie sky. We watched the green fuses of fireflies swell and burn above the sea of buffalo … Continue reading

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A Question of Why

William Blake is a wretched wick of burnt candle whose light quivers rather than glows. His etchings grind the grains of their subjects into some steel image of permanence. Something he will never be. He is more like the dust … Continue reading

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#9

I’ve been dead for years, splayed on the flywheel of uncertain tides/ Banished by the gods to iridescent indifference, a fuse of failure/ Please sign here, in blood for the bones of yours alone/ The bruises become wings on which … Continue reading

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Blindness

I’ve finally figured out that I’m blind. Since birth I have seen only darkness that I mistook for shadows. My mother mocked me for my optimism and now I know why. Love awakened the truth of my blindness and seared … Continue reading

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