I am on the edge, the verge. There is one last great jump into the beyond before I get anywhere near the bottom… it is something akin to a diver meticulously diagnosing every current in a river leading into an enormous and exotic waterfall, every crag of rock that might tear into her if she […]
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This entry is about the plan for the play, Vincent’s Yellow. The Plan, like the play, like the book, has developed so naturally that it’s almost suspicious. Why suspicious? I never really feel like I’m planning. I just get ideas and they become plans. I’ll explain. I’ve always thought my play about Vincent and I […]
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For Vincent I. Smooth silky serpentine Swirl of the tongue Of the brush Around and over under Just up over the back of my ear Wet Salacious Voluminous Tickling me with Color-saturation Vibrant forceful virile Thing Like the crest of a wave Overtaking you Turning you over and around In its insides Like a lick […]
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