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Rehearsing Lullabies
by Wayne Wolfson
For CaracolI am by the fountain where we used to meet, rehearsing lullabies. The man I could have been stares up at me from the surface. His head, surrounded by the gem like halo of the street's neon offering. Ah baby, I am sick again, get him to carry me ...
Ou Es Tu Mon Amour
by Wayne Wolfson
I alone, to once again see the whole city wet and painted blue. The exact shade, matching the color of her favorite dress. The cool blues of that night with her eyes, which I made weep gems under the cafe neon. The rain perfumes the concrete, one more time once. Walking the streets ...
Rue Linnei
by Wayne Wolfson
It is a hot day, the specifics I don't know, never having mastered the metric conversion. The heat makes everyone crazy dumb. It is only after the sun goes down that some will attempt to recreate the day's madness with drinks and different positions. Christina does not cover up as she hangs some ...
Sattamassagana For Rosie
by Wayne Wolfson
Grief, desire, memory. When utilized properly, they can serve to provide a sort of forward motion. Even if only down the street for that last drink of the evening. From somewhere nearby can be heard the faint tinkling of a piano as it has a conversation with itself. What do I have, what do ...
Jazz Trick
by Wayne Wolfson
The entire second set had been one of indifference on the part of both band and audience. Six songs and it was the only real collaboration which had gone on. It was all over. I did not feel like going home, but despite being payday I had no money, settling up my tab as to prevent ...
Valentina's Ghost
by Wayne Wolfson
I got a visit from a dead friend the other day, crawling out from in between the pages of a found notebook. I now sit here thinking, which is funny. All the time she had tried just a little too hard to get lost in thought and I would mock her for it. Every ...
La Notte
by Wayne Wolfson
You left. I am going back.Sundown, the darkness will allow us to think of what we have done.The dimmed windows of stores. Heaven offered up through the motionless shadows of luxury. The dimmed windows, the dead smile of an enemy. My sweetheart's stare. Luxury ill afforded. I am ...
Rue Coquilliere
by Wayne Wolfson
For SybilleI had let the water in the tub run dangerously high. Almost up to the lip, where it threatened to soak the Balzac I had balancing on the corner. I would have to move, slowly, not make even a ripple, but for now I could not be bothered. In a few ...
Europa
by Wayne Wolfson
(for Transhumans *) The night was too still to not expect something to suddenly burst forth. Appetite disguised as shadow, answering a call. She sat on the floor, her fingertips reading the dimples and stitching of my shoe. Europa, she was still wearing the night's party dress. Her sepia toned skin ...
Piroshky
by Wayne Wolfson
I did not turn the light on as to not wake her up. I go into the bathroom to wash up. A brace of shadows upon the wall, the towel rack's bare skeleton, an enforced stillness. There were tiny flecks of eggshell on the top of my shoes. Again, I had gone out crayfish ...
