painting
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Free-Write Poem With Picture #3
Today’s her birthday and we are arcs of light in the afterdark pharmacy, playing paper, scissors, stone with the Ativan machine. Our one religion of breaking and entering. Her reflection in blue-grain tinsel through the moon-tomb windowpane is a Renaissance painting of classic, anaesthetic proportions. Lowering the sulphur and the hovering lanterns of illuminated barbiturates,…
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F. D.
Ilya Glazunov (Russian, b. 1930), Portrait of Dostoevsky, Paris, 1968. Pastel on paper, 92 x 68 cm.
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Free-Write Poem With Picture #2
If she keeps notsaying the thing is that as good as sayingit, she wandered. Hands, fluent in silence. The awning kept an awful countenance, contemptuous above the concrete. Broken bricks in forlorn walls toothed the street-mouth, little sore-dust asphalt sharks that dart beneath the tenements. And who amongst us was betrothed to the truth, she…
MIGGY ANGEL 