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The Death of Aubrey Beardsley
Black and white The light drip of ink That looks at paper like A savior. The ocean of it swallowed up by Blank pages and Oscar Wilde’s handkerchief. Oh LORD how far I have come How these willow-thin fingers stained With sin from my pen Pull away from my mouth red Lysistrata is dead. My…
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The Third Expedition
Ray Bradbury’s ‘The Martian Chronicles‘ is one of my favorite books. Composed by taking several of his short stories and interweaving them together to create a long-view version of humanity’s contact with and subsequent colonization of Mars. Of the various stories, one of my favorites is the chapter titled ‘The Third Expedition,’ which was originally…
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Detestable
In the gallery, under spotlights ages wood and plaster painted with the colors of royalty, of the bourgeoisie and the wannabes. It was the expensive sample platter. I could see the deepening of time in the creases of the folds of wooden drapery and smell the quaint fastness of France under King Louis who soon…
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Sketching A Civic Center
I love architecture. The envisioning, design, and construction of buildings fascinates and excites me. I am a student of the form though I have no official education in it. I remember that my love affair started as a child looking at the buildings in my hometown of Long Beach, California…especially the French-Gothic wonder that is…
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Da Vinci’s Folly
She hides, huddled behind packing crates wrapped in muslin, jarred from riding over the one-two thrusts of cobblestone road. She’s on a hide out from Hitler. How many journeys has she been on? Several – some shorter than others. Slipshod movement from one room to another, minor fingerprints leaving trace oils on her desperately dry…
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Pity the Stones
Pity the stones that stand to see here, where once was the cradle of civilizations, the toddlers that have walked away for a few thousand years and have grown to be adults of renown. Multiple times men have come out of the desert to claim a god has spoken to them. Saying that they had…
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Gordon House
My wife and I recently had the privilege to visit the only “open to the public” Frank Lloyd Wright house in the Pacific Northwest. The home, known after its original owners as the Gordon House, is located at 869 West Main Street in Silverton, Oregon. The house is located in a public garden where it was…
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Sexual Creatures
We are all sexual creatures, we dress up in our dowdy exterior paints, some flat primer and our simple stitched cloth and dance around the reality. We anchor ourselves to deep ocean currents, a green sea of belief and understood truth. Sometimes it’s received truth sent to us from barmen and priests, often times they’re…
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“Bradbury was right!”
Out of the sun came the flaming silver needles. Landing in amongst the fragile bone-chess cities, red sand kicked up hard into quiet pale blue skies, was a ship from the third planet. The men inside, grizzled and fuzzy-faced, looked out the portholes and exclaimed each in turn, “Bradbury was right!” The dry seabeds rolled…
The Numinous Cosmos 