Tag: Whimsy
As a matter of personal style
Maybe I’m just a clothes donkey.
Fit anyone else you know?
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TOKEN
TOTEM
A rather telling insight about the American working class these days
She realized all of her coworkers live in trailers.
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with succinct truth
in full daylight
Oh, Shooting!
all lies as casualties
falling down & tally
Days of long shadows
Especially when the sun barely rises above the horizon.
Somewhere in the winter ahead.
In an archaeology of imagination
It was a place meant to be worked by horses.
A covered bridge just down the hill.
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On into unending depth
Hoping we can swim
On into unending depth
Could genius hide out in an out-of-the-way crossroads?
When biblical translator and subversive revolutionary John Wycliffe (born 1384) meets up with the psychedelic painter Hieronymous Bosch ( born 1450) in a railroad-siding town on the Great Plains, who knows what will erupt. Especially when modern dance genius Isadora Duncan (born 1877) joins the action. Who says great genius doesn’t continue, even in the most out-of-the-way places?
That’s the premise of my novella, With a Passing Freight Train of 119 Cars and Twin Cabooses, which has become part of my new book, The Secret Side of Jaya, now that she’s entered the fray. Jaya has, after all, shown up in town as a do-gooder social activist. How else is she supposed to keep her sanity in relative isolation?
Well, there is the Laundromat plus a subversive operation from an old warehouse owned by Virgil and Homer, as in Latin and Greek classics, erupting in my wildest prose to date. The original work bitterly split one competition jury that awarded publication honors to another author. So be warned, you’ll either hate or love it.
But it’s only part of the resulting new collection.