White peonies, bouqueted with a silk bow,are tossed aside, having been discarded like time,on a gilded vanity and rest now atopsomething old. Something new is being readon the corner chaise through fogged eyes. “My dear pleasemeet me there…” scrawled hastily in smudged black ink. A quick knock- a proposal to talk,black tied and tired, her […]


in the chilled dampness of the shadowed up-room, i sat atop warped boards with you quite still.   i watched your fingers, marrow-hued and long, as they stroked framed paper faces and shook.   glass captured phantoms blurred- melted from wet. drowned by bedewed, lymphatic ink, they wept.   your same-sogged eyes moved, focusing on […]

Midnight Tableau

Embracing, two silhouetted figures danced slowly behind a sheer chartuese curtain.   Under the streetlamp, Lyla sighed listlessly- her ghostly breath momentarily blurring the scene.   The final notes of Debussy’s nocturne spilled from the second story window while Lyla continued to stare   unblinkingly, and swayed alone beneath the pale, unforgiving moon.