Photography by Kristine Wayman a life noir of flickered shadows wandered nightmares of dead forests palette drained by traitor rainbows wandered nightmares of dead forests where once green danced, where fancies played moan in still, stale airless chorus where once green danced, where fancies played hungry sunlight blushed tender flesh naivete hacked with crime’s blade…
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The Sunday Muse 163 — Cello Girl
The cicadas awake to see peonies bloomas the girl with the cello plays songs in the park;where their drones rise with ginger sweet, scented perfume; metronomes setting time with the random dog’s bark.Lovers lie in soft grass / fingers trail arms and cheekswhere the assembled chorus remains until dark. At the edge of the park…
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