Tag Archives: Thomas Piekarski

Opaque

The only thing that prevents me from capturing the osprey that flies ahead of the wind blasting past pearl sheen is the gale that galls gulls. In a mechanical sense there is no difference between deference and pretense when man … Continue reading

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A Monterey Halloween

Standing on the upper deck of Rapapa’s at wharf’s end the wind is brisk, and chilly as usual. Sailboats sway gently, and no discernible waves. Red, green and blue lights blink in darkness on the bay. The moon hidden behind a … Continue reading

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Dream Factory

Here we go again with steel hammers and iron anvils clocking in at the dream factory. We instigate fair trade in a fortuitous flow of productivity then jam on the brakes when the comedy ends— switch off the axons that … Continue reading

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Baptism

Getting strafed by an army of air force demons is no fun. Herbie and Aunt Marge would have rather ridden impromptu To eternity and back on blinding angel spittle that simply Would not burn. Yes, there was firmament, but it … Continue reading

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