July 2011
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“There is a voice radiating from the heart of the city: the voice is heard as a...”
February 2009
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The sky is a radiating strobe. A throbbing pulse of blood orange implosions shoots from the rolling folds ahead. Dunes birth rising arcing seeps of tangerine and citrine. A rapid current of illuminated dye trails in thin convergent streams of neon light green stringed glass bead of day—looming quick through ultraviolet navy oil-slick breaths of silver slivered night. My life is thirsty. My...
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When the prints came out I looked pale. A dancing corpse upon a black velvet couch. My body and eyes definite. Solid. The rest of me whisped around, cloud-like. My lips, a pigmented blur of flesh tones and shadow—perhaps I should have taken the money and stood still until command… as the city appears quick, rising-classic as a sunrise through a cleft in the hill. Emerald, cobalt and...
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The sea was once a gem of many facets. A bed of diamonds so deep, the light of the steady fired sun embedded himself in the ocean’s heart, radiating out greens white frothed and water colored blues. The sun lit the seas, warmed the winds, set our time. The sun was credited with all sources of creation; but when something shines this bright my son, never forget to look inside. See that ball of...
