The Parlor

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The Castle Rose or Fractured Fairy Tales in the Void

ย August 2008 The Castle Rose The Queen was in seclusion, Following delusions Of having seen something real. Olโ€™ Blue Eyes, The King of Mass Appeal, Sinatra singing Witchcraft, She guessed that was the last laugh, Spin the Ferris Wheel, Place your bets, What can we make her feel? What she regrets? Cut the deal, steal… Continue reading The Castle Rose or Fractured Fairy Tales in the Void

Poetry, prose

Strangers

ย ย ย ย  We talk to each other like strangers, in carefully scripted architecture, allegedly, to keep from hurting, others or ourselves. Breaking off little pieces of conversation to shove around and share and salivate over like delicate, intricate morsels of emotion, so much more valuable than common flesh in today's market. Real human feelings, "real" being… Continue reading Strangers