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“Portrait de Madonna; mère de mes fils, vendredi soir” (Madonna portrait; mother of my sons, Friday night)

After some ongoing, sad-eyed cajoling you agreed to a Friday night date night not of your choosing or comprehension posing for nervous artist and sketch pad you acquiesced to your best black pumps, resolute: no clenching of rose in teeth … Continue reading

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Comfy

Certain memories are a favorite pair of old slippers; ragged, tattered, not much to look at, but comfortable in a way nothing new could be once you plucked them from the garbage; second thoughts? hard to part, sometimes, with a … Continue reading

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Whether banes

You’ll never know what might have been you’ll never prove what could have been to loudly proclaim what should have been is the greatest of curses self-inflicted by men

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Dream sequence

Quiet evening on my couch I fall asleep watching t.v. dozing, I awaken from a dream in which I was watching an old console television from the 60’s the picture was fuzzy, zigzagging, jumping around, unwatchable; in the remote-less era … Continue reading

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