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Court of Dreams
Alleviate our brooding, court of dreams, where evenings forge grit and hone idyll. Here, jackals kill incest, kill lies. And mourning knows opportunity: profits quintuple, roses sing, taffeta rustles, under vociferous willows, convicting him.
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Today
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Quivers rain
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Every foe gone
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Belong(s)
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Sandman
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Yield
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My highness
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(No) lamentations
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Time-space
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Having/Halving
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Blue Country
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Glitter bonnets
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All bounty
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Flat happy hills
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Kansas forces gather
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Knowing (you)
Ambivalence
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(Keep stacking)
Plan your dreams in advance.
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Zoonosis (2.0)
A mash up of the NYC quarantine + the series finale of Homeland.
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Romanticism
A dark meditation in a safe place.
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Horses and Cars
This one was borne out of Peaky Blinders and the amazing time in history when horses outnumbered cars in cities and towns.
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A blue coated dove, a quaint robin
For my mother and brother.
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Thousands of days
After seeing old friends.
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(the judge hurts)
I’ve been hanging onto this wily one for months.
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abecedarian no. 31
Started with “sparkle”.
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abecedarian no. 30
An abecedarian sequence is, ideally, a 26-word poem, each word in alphabetical order. This one born out of “a burnt corpse” (A-B-C)
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(abecedarian no.29)
Born out of “anything boiling”
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an incantation
This one borne out of a fear of death.
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response
Born around the words “a bully crowd” and Hillbilly Elegy.
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(abecedarian no. 26)
This one is about a boy.
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(abecedarian no. 25)
Born from the word “burden.”
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(abecedarian no. 24)
Borne from “death”.
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(abecedarian no. 23)
Born from the experience of adolescence.
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A boy
For my son.
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Christine P.
For Christine P.
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Small
My late husband took this photograph in Oaxaca in 2006. I marked it up.
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The uncaused cause
My favorite topic.
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The seam
The seam between life and death is peculiar. I’m transfixed by it lately.
My favorite abecedarian. It has lots of cheats.
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Elasticity
Life doesn’t break, it bends.
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A box
For Karl.
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Trytopophobia
The edge of a hole is a dreadful angle.
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The watchers
Route 50 after Bud died.
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Sadism
Blue truck
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Maquina lights
A night out with old friends.
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Supplications
Life is messy but still worth it.
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Medieval
This church door in Georgetown.
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Turbulence
I get motion sickness.
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The clink
Currency.
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Hungry
I think you’ll get it.
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Abracadabra
Vitality not happiness is the opposite of depression.
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A new springtime
An abecedarian centered around “cull.”
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To laugh
Sometimes I see colors.
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Deep blue
A death.
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I can
Limbs strewn like branches from a tree after a storm.
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You ( )
A fresh death.
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Vessels
Before.
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Walking
One of my favorites.
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Ascent
For AD.
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Frame Jumper
Inspired by AB.
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The Prayer of an Artist
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To my son.
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Love
If we only meet On the other side If our link’s forged Strong Here Then, I shall do that careful work. (Because forever is something else.)
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A Sermon
An Abecedarian sequence (mostly) inspired by Emmet Fox and the prologue in Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliette.
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“Hunger is Hunger”
An Abecedarian Sequence (mostly).
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Patient Zero
(An abecedarian sequence mostly).
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unfolding
I open slowly and shut fast. I shut like I drop my clothes on the floor after struggling out of them. Shutting makes me small, makes me see small, makes me feel small, makes you feel small. It is a black edge dripping with the stench of dread. Unfolding hurts. I cranked open that opening […]
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a funeral
The featured image is “The premature burial” by Antoine Wiertz (1806-1865) painted in 1854. This poem, written approximately in elegiac couplet, was inspired by a memory inspired by the first stanza of lyrics in Hozier’s “Take Me To Church.”
The Subject Rainbows galore. They infiltrated my neural network this week. The Method It’s not an abecedarian sequence but like it. Treating the rainbow like a mosaic or visual found poetry, I found instances of each color in photographs I already had. There are different textures (you can see) and magnifications (not as clear to […]
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A corporate exodus
The young scrambled, refusing to leave until the System shut down. Five, four, three, two . . . Even Then some refused exit (not on principle but Bewilderment), shutting themselves in, Typing one last thing. Others wandered, imminent, Displaced, seeking water, hot or cold, all Gone, seeking basics, disconnected, carted, done. Trying to pull back […]
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Shadow Series No. 2
The first in the series gives some background on what I’m trying to do. When I run, the three parts of me interact very loudly. These are photographs taken by me and edited with Enlight and WordSwag. They are a two dimensional way to capture one second of my three parts loudly interacting.
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Awakenings (or food problems)
In your food there is a heavy draught drugging horse. The others chitter chatter spoon it up. Danger in eggs and potatoes in broth. Circle The bowl looking for flesh. Wary. I watch. Do they eat with impunity? The gut recoils. Only dry pasta for me. No room to Hide in subsistence living. Water please, […]
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elegy no. 2
The me clothed in cheap rat cotton (to breathe the skin) Walks stiff inside voluminously talking. Squinting, straining, blinking. “Sit yourself down, girl, please,” She’d say. “Knock me down,” I’d plead inside. Give Me a heavy draught so I’ll be like swimming in An ocean instead of splashing in a Bathtub.
Exhibition 1874 