Monthly Archives: July 2016

Parallel Lines

Posted on July 26, 2016 by Louis Kasatkin

Shall I write a poem today? the tall wire fence is gone, if I did, what would you say? the railway tracks are rusted, the watchtowers have fallen; what if my inspiration should fail and words escape me? the names … Continue reading →

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Badlands Breeze

Posted on July 19, 2016 by Louis Kasatkin

Badlands breeze blows hard, blows mean spitting time back in our faces burying our dreams all over again beneath oceans of dirt; We waited for better days that came and went while we were barely awake, ghosts of a hundred … Continue reading →

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Ancient Voices

Posted on July 13, 2016 by Louis Kasatkin

Sublime exquisite, their expression, their emotion, their surreal evocation of an Age long since past, beyond memory: Revived, to seduce transfix in the Here, the for Now everlasting Here, Connecting nigh on five centuries how vibrant, mysterious,transparent cogent the notation … Continue reading →

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The Unreliable Narrator

Posted on July 9, 2016 by Louis Kasatkin

He said he couldn’t remember all that much, maybe he chose to forget a little, a few minor details nothing of importance, a few fragments here something else there; who cares? who knows? who cares who knows? his whereabouts during … Continue reading →

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Femme Fatale

Posted on July 5, 2016 by Louis Kasatkin

She spoke with an accent I couldn’t identify, her voice was a voice that came from another time, or maybe that was the dress she wore, and that dark perfume and the choker of pearls as if she’d stepped out … Continue reading →

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