Category: art
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The craters of the moon.
The craters of the moon are obligingly slanted, they career headlong down the mineshafts of Quixote Canyon’s purple, puzzled shadows, diadems in their way.
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The lactating, molly-coddled oysters.
The lactating, molly-coddled oysters are very much like hyroglyphs as they vault, one-“handed,” over wooden, countryside fences, from field to field, leather bound editions of “The Complete Works of William Shakespear” tucked neatly into their pearl decorated belts.
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The Klingons are coming!
The Klingons are coming – they are happy and sad – they juggle cloth balls and dandelions – their’s is the richeness that comes from smooth-talking, desert vultures.
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Goodnight. Sleep tight.
Goodnight , sleep tight, in this ship of fools , bandwagons rolling down its sloping decks, all the people who got on it, falling off it.
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The Tale of Mr. Richberg… Chapter One
Inside the room was a real elephant . And the room was small… I mean small. Like the rooms in “Being John Malkevitch”. And the elephant was a fully grown male rogue on a rampage! But that was only yesterday. My story really starts twenty five years ago, July 3 on a warm, wet Spring…
Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing 