Paul Cameron Brown

“ Serendipity is a flower and those clouds re-arranging the breeze harbingers of forbidden things not so much like these boulders use hand-held scissors to open twilight and watch this fading light ebb forth tip-I-toe like a bird squeezed thru an opening in its cage. ”

“ Twillingate We all end up badly and it's not the season nor the salt rather, I suspect but type of gherkin used. We all end, badly, at least the more modest of us do. the old salts they dine on limericks anyways. We all end up, sadly, the distances and the wiles only last up, sideways, and barely with the edge-ways of a smile. Some of us, sadly, limit our losses call off the posse quit deals, the quicksilver steals. Some of us, gladly, surrender or catch a slow boat to Twillingate, if not willingly, at least painstakingly. ”

“ Lithuanian Dolls/Consulate Front These eyes of dolls seem leaden stones not canisters of the Faith but cannon-balls engraved in tome-like stares so much waxen shapes, these dust cloths & spidery webs. Dolls with eyes stare lidless & forlorn such eyes are cracks minden shapes or basement eves hogans of the human form. I'm interested in the priapic silence of such dolls—their indolent aura in time one long amber twilight & the results are in the shadows have produced twins ...hazy silhouettes rough-housing in the dark, come passing headlights although the stampede of noises affects nought. ”

“ Ticker-tape & collage in quick thick barrage these lonesome dolls slouching half-pinned in their stalls— a cat transcends crouching his spine then pelvic thrusts and tableaux change. People are divisive, dolls less so. the dolls know nothing of that.
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Begin And Beguile If brains be gables & minds, say, the shutters in a derelict New England Mansion then intuition is in the eaves & casements the well-springs seeping into turrets & cupolas of all other nether spaces. ”