Author Archives: filmmargins

In memory of my aunt (daily practice)

for KD Three hundred and fifty years out of a millennium the polluted haze obscured all view of the palace across the river bank: smog or the smoky remnants of incendiary celebrations. Some families expired through two generations without a … Continue reading

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frosties in a hot war (daily practice)

after Hemingway Shaved, clean-cut, and dressed like a mallrat escaped from Zumiez, he was to keep a low profile on the train. If any civilian asked, he was a student at a small school outside Chicago on his way home for … Continue reading

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ants under my teeth

I wrote this from the numbed comfort of a dental chair. So do you crack the teeth? Crack them? Yeah, like crack them into little cubes and break em out like an ice tray? No, we don’t crack them. Hmm, … Continue reading

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Ponte nothing (daily practice)

I shirked my duties at the neighborhood banquet preparations and stood shirtless on the bridge in the cold rain. Preparations of my own making were in effect. A stress test ahead of the annual bridge melee. The Nicoletti and Castellani … Continue reading

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pulverize (daily practice)

apocalyptic daydream  There is no situation that cannot be made worse with the introduction of a policeman and the world’s Top Cop intervened with flames. In the end they tore themselves to bits. Like rabid dogs in a cage. Buildings pulverized … Continue reading

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Radiant (daily practice)

You could tell immediately that this time was different. The slight uptempo and volume of the man’s cadence over the intercom sounded the alarm far more effectively than bells. “Ladies and Gentleman, Ladies and Gentleman” (hear ye hear ye, important … Continue reading

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Christ stopped at the Villas (daily practice)

..ed era luce pura This has always been a good town to leave. I’m not sure why anyone came in the first place, but the books in the local library suggest it had something to do, in some order, with … Continue reading

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