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What Do Your Flowers Say Now?

I was on the edge of the mapped earth, where I rode the waves of anguish and lash, bandied about the suffering crush of the water’s cruel intent to drown. The gulls mad dash, lurch and startle, made the suffering … 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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Heartbroken birds with broken beaks orbit the wilting stem/ While the tide arrives, ocean graves for the broken vow allowed/ Shipwrecked strangers with ghosts and shackles/ Fountains of fate and futures left undone/ The smothered sun shines blind, a lunar … 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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Call it Something Unexpected No. 2

Walking at the sea’s edge and I find silence within the crashing waves. We Walking at the sea’s edge and I find silence within the crashing waves. We all drown in our own silence. We float unadorned and untethered to … Continue reading

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Cold Failed Stars

Did she really exist or are the photographs reflections of my imagination? My eye for detail is amazing. I can see things that never happened. Like that barrage of comets that fell from her eyes like cold failed stars, littering … Continue reading

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Trapeze

She was first and foremost a trapeze artist a high wire woman made of stone who blindfolded everyone around her. You don’t have to fall in love with everyone you see she said, as she lit a cigarette and smirked … Continue reading

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