Plucking Petals Tell us what time it iscalls out somebody in thecrowd, in between versesof summertime reimaginedin evening’s light at Newport. And lately isn’t everyonetrying to tell us what timeit is—tugging away at thenight shutters—droolingover glass with index fingeror smashing away at starswhile piping up with boththumbs in the comments. I’ve always known whattime itContinue reading “Plucking Petals”
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Her Cameo
Her Cameo Idling away the incessant hourshere at night can often feel likeJimmy Stewart in Rear Window;minus the key grips and gaffers. We make do these days withslimline hand devices and otherneuro diversions—time crawls onas light hues change unnoticed. It’s a slow pan with tight closeupshot before cutting away to theseduction scene—in privé à présent.Continue reading “Her Cameo”
Time Out from Time
Time Out from Time Neon motels grin likefireflies in bright rows of equidistant allure—longhaul fatigue lag has set inbehind the fuck off eyewear. It’s off the cuff interludesfrom location scout road tripping;foraging for other placesnot yet inhabited or understood. I’ve embroidered furniturewith nightcaps & slim volumesof retro syntax—going overeach line with chilled cans & éclairsContinue reading “Time Out from Time”
Night Primer
Night Primer A muted dusk makes it’s usualappearance—announcing a slytransition with finegradations of charcoal blue above silhouette overlays,like a first year art student’savant-garde designer eyeshadow palette – she addsa final flourish to her magnumopus with obsidian finality. ©️Orion Foote, 2022
Night Memoir
You never know whena word or two might stick;come creeping through an openwindow in these small hours. It’s a nagging of letters,where each tone followsa broken rhythm—void of anyrhyme or reason exceptit’s own shuffle towards a pointwhere one calls to another. It’s mostly artefacts anddriftwood now; spokensotto voce in a mulatto dialectthat is oddly familiarContinue reading “Night Memoir”
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