Knocking Off There’s a daily air of I toldyou so that comes with everyshift—spacing out on the job overpotato chips and fake news. They even got their claws intomy fine tuned lyrics once,but they need perfect pitchto know the difference betweenbergamote and mandarin—notfine tooth combs for removingwax or dead cell plaquefrom static cotton wool lugs.Continue reading “Knocking Off”
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The Frame Sculptor
The Frame Sculptor The opening is like an out of bodyBergman on his own self analysis couch.He’s a cunning light thief, this man;all calculated optics and Rembrandt line. The way he renders distilled theatrefox like—coaxing the eyeball withsteel retina and well tempered Leica.An unflinching countenance setagainst an expanse of stark dimension,right down to the nittyContinue reading “The Frame Sculptor”
Larkin’s Rolleiflex
Larkin’s Rolleiflex I know you never intended us to see those freeze frames;ghostly 6 x 6 prints singingin a diffused light, that glowsupon damp streets & sentinel trees. Fussing over the light meter,calibrating the phonograph as she mixed you a large gin, her angled cheekbones sweepingthe room like gyrating searchlights. Under cool covers of night,youContinue reading “Larkin’s Rolleiflex”
Visions of Orion Poetry 