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Linea Libra

Your skin is a transmission; a message speaking of days spent at the easel and loves that touched you. A small silhouette sits on the cover of your bookish back. I can read your name in the notches of your … Continue reading

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Paintings like prairie fires

Whose hands are these? that cover over other points of light standing on white canvasses. Who makes them green? Who holds the brushes? What colors doe she use? She fills the white spaces on the floor like water fills a … Continue reading

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I will smash them

I’ll smash these fingers to pieces and saw these hands off my arms. They are petty jewels of an unworn and undeserved crown. They are the vestiges of a lost name. They are vestigial. They have proven themselves redundant, they … Continue reading

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