COLD CONDITIONING OF THE NOT-SO-DISTANT PAST

They were conditioning, conditioning attempts, attempting to condition them under their conditions  with stimuli, using stimulus  trying to stimulate his scrotum, shock his scrotum, to shock him, shocking,  shocking stimuli of scrotums on screens Slide after slide  Shocking slides, shoving more shocks with each scrotum into scrotums, they called it a mental disorder order dismantled ordered […]

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IN FLIGHT

Movement matters mainly amid the currents of air I caress in flight in dreaming at night I fall freely on the breeze I am taken, turned, tuned I am limitless know no boundaries I flit and flutter at my own folly forward falling, I am light blazing a burning star burnt out,  barely visible hardly […]

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FRIDAY 13TH, PARIS

  In the supermarket on Saturday in the 14th,  on the 14th, in numb November, in Paris, their Paris, our Paris, my Paris, people push grief  in comfortless trolleys  down shadowed aisles  of silence, strangers claiming their spaces in solidarity, in queues  of slow moving sorrow, seeing shadow in places  where once there was light,  […]

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FALLING

We twist and turn as we tumble into each other away from ourselves we are creature curious entangled and entwined in what others can offer touching and tasting trying hard to remove the I’s from the us’s we are covetous we are envy we are want we are greed we are ricochets rocketing to-and-fro between […]

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PICTURING PARIS- WORDS IN PICTURES

  16 Reasons why I can’t stop picturing Paris… Jardin des Plantes, 5th arrondissement  Rue Tournefort, 5th arrondissement  Pantheon, 5th arrondissement   Rue Saint Jacques, 5th arrondissement  Parc Monceau, 8th arrondissement  Parc Monceau, 8th arrondissement  Nissim de Camondo Museum, 8th arrondissement  Nissim de Camondo Museum, 8th arrondissement  Pagoda Paris, 8th arrondissement  Rue Rembrandt, 8th arrondissement  Passerelle Simone […]

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WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Time slips past unannounced, unnoticed age gains weight, adds numbers carves lines, plots paths tomorrow turns, becomes today falls to yesterday love slips past, everlasting never lasting hearts hold hands, change hands change hearts I do becomes I can, then I will try I cannot stay life slips past ever evolving, ever learning as we […]

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