Category: image
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Channeling Norma Desmond
There was a period of my youth in which I wanted to be an actress. Just one of many dream careers I wanted before I hit my teens—along with ballerina, veterinarian, musician, and pilot. Flying was miraculous to me in those days. If I could have sprouted wings and taken…
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Portrait
Old woman, bent with needle,spinster, maiden, Mademoiselle,intent on plaiting fictions. Each stroke demands restraint.She is compliant,bound in proper bonnets, sturdy bows,and stems an urge for wild unraveling. Yet blushing cheeks,nacreous rainbows in her purls,their molten, platinum shimmer,betray a piqued suppression. Too late for one revolution,too early for another,she can’t escape…
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Sole Support
Miranda didn’t trust her mirrors so she crawled out of herself for an objective look. It was a nasty trip, through a spongy maze of gray matter, past the eyes, and down the nose. If she had known the route was going to be so twisted and sticky, she would…
