“Tearing Up” A thoughtful mystery unravels itself within a dirty ashtray. Dozens of mouths and lips suck the filtered marrow of tobacco magic. Sin after sin is displaced by denial. They say to use the right tool for a job. Staring at the runners…
“Shadows in the Rain” I see ghosts and shadows in the night rain. Forced face-first to look upon the truth of misty dread. Ambiguous curtains of gossamer rising up to the blinking street lamps. The sound of salacious streetcars named desire. The approach of…
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