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There's little more to say about the heron.

The Book Club

The nightly flow of cars and street-side talk was so routine that when the nightbird turned its head and flew, it took a while to notice. Then silence fell upon us like a kiss.

A Reading

I found him on the beach, half-starved on his driftwood raft, barely able to form the sound of his own name.

Gigantic

Love’s sleeping giant has awoken. I hear its thunderous feet within my heart; feel enormous hands with grip that can’t be broken and power to raise me up or tear me apart.

The Monologue of Graham

A gloomy basement. Through the darkness Graham jilts forward on a rocking chair. Through the course of the monologue Graham slithers to and from the window to look at the drizzle.

SISTER BROADWAY

Lyrics written from my days in a long forgotten band. Eno-era Roxy Music meets early Psychedelic Furs in a Film Noir nightmare.

Now And Forever

Running in But running out Things we hardly Talk about Do we make it Through this mess Are we breathing At the best What to call The state we're in Sometimes love Sometimes sin
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Chapter One: Daisy

The jubilee line pulls into the platform and Daisy’s mind is submerged in a single puddle of thought: This train is going too slow. If I jump, it won’t kill me.

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