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compressed into outer wings


archer compress night like an accordion

usher its scenery into outer wings

the lady wears her black mantilla


archer fold nightmares into paper fans

fetch fanned breezes for the mothy air

the lady day dreams.



archer lower your bow

the lady dreams leaves out of bare wood


she dreams trees for the forest where

you will have lease to shoot.





Welcome, Spring.

–The Odalsisque

I look out my window

I look out my window.  The moon is inside.



The veil is thin.


–The Odalisque


(can’t see the movie?  try here.)


Here we are again.

sun top high shine shine shine the live-long day.

long live the sun king.

–The Odalisque

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