Tag Archives: Paul Edward Costa

A White Fire in All the Dark and Cold

Night pressing itself revealingly against the outside of my window                                       distorting its face grotesquely                                       now, immediately looking into this dark room one office lamp on the desk in the blackness click it’s on first screaming, emphasizing dark edges and corners … Continue reading

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Coastal Contemplation

You feel the seagulls flying here, crying their way to the atmosphere forgotten grassy shores before the ocean                                             a blue-green seen through salty air.       He came in a bowler hat             wearing his coat full of moth holes practising a meditation … Continue reading

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Luminescence: The Flickering Lamp

When you saw my lamp was it a lamp or a disembodied smile objectified on an end table? a smile lights up the room but a lamp doesn’t? I turned them all on just to slouch in darkness and decorated … Continue reading

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The Fall

Descending down                                  the cliff’s rocky                                                             spiralled path tighter until in one place I spin becoming trapped in a claustrophobic crevice the anesthesiologist fills with                                                       gas Count backwards from forty                                                    in order                                                                   to fall into yourself still spiralling until the temperature … Continue reading

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Deer Park, February 23rd 2013

Winter flutters back briefly                like a teasing whore with purpose                   and despite my hatred          the wind blows fresh and cool                                                                with permission          through downtown city streets,          around abstract corporate sculptures                         green the colour of time and the apartments are modern … Continue reading

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Gethsemane

When I first went there my feet carried me to the door of the mansion I couldn’t help it. I knocked                   and Lucifer opened the door                   its thin, pale, delicate figure emerged                   from the black robes it wore                   grabbed me … Continue reading

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