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A Carnivalesque Revival

FADE IN. SCENE—The same. The evening is drawing in. The daytime TV of late night vaudeville opens with a wiry waistcoated man. MAN—(peremptorily)             Why aren’t you dancing?             Get hot! ENTERTAINER—(toes tap a response) (Cue canned applause, crocodile tears, formulaic ad-lib) … Continue reading

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Awakening

    She lies down,      lays down her guilt,     her dogma,     lets them simmer in the heat.   Her fingertips white  from digging handfuls of earth, palms stained sooty black, dirty handed. Leaves cling to her flesh  like paper mache,   wrapping around her … Continue reading

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