Month: November 2011
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Dara Scully
Dara Scully has some beautiful images that walk the line between reality and fantasy. I don’t know about you, but when I was a little girl I dreamed about talking to animals.
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Do you think there's love on the backside of a black hole?
Sometimes being in blogland webland makes me feel lost and unimportant, sitting in my own corner picking my toenails and popping up every so often to interject. I’ve always been that way, I think, more comfortable with a wall at my back to lean and curl into. I like to watch and listen and peep…
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Dryer Sheets & 10 Hail Marys
Fanning a mangled Vogue, pages fall like her teeth in trends. Pieces surround a woman’s coin-slot skin. She offers quarters worth 20 bucks in her shirt. A man pukes by the curb wipes his mouth picks up a garbage bag and his son and kneels under a beaconing Laundromat sign. Unnoticed art commits suicide off…
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Friday and fatter
I was a little grumpy having to come to work today until I saw a snowman with a brown top hat parading a super sale sign on Main street. Next to him is the Crowns fried chicken that sells money orders. Yesterday, being Thanksgiving and all, a man was walking down this same street with…
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Home
I’ve almost forgotten it’s Thanksgiving week. And then it occurred to me coming home from NYC on the bus as I watched a silvered couple get off in Panther Valley, hands full of flowers and luggage, embracing their daughter and grandchildren. It was sort of a beautiful thing to witness – coming home, coming to…
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Fallen leaves in Brooklyn
Down four flights of brownstone stairs Wilson barks, stairs creak, a stroller is banished into a landing corner – in these servants quarters a black-sheeped dresser in the living room poses as a crib. Cracked windows whisper of Brooklyn open spaces where Air has no architect. Neither do the paths we weave. X-Marks the spot…