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Then Orfeo descended on the bed
Of leaves and moss. His fury made him rave.
From tearing grass and hair his hands grew red.
"Alas, my Queen, my wife, I couldn't save!"
The Steward...
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And when sweet juices ran from lip to chin
And waists felt fuller than a bursting sack
They piled up leaves and heather to begin
A morning nap. Etain lay on her back
Each finger yet...
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What began as a mere viral advertisement for our Theater Company's night of one acts became a piece of art unto itself, capturing the environment and people of LA, it creates an environment of...
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“PURPLE LIPSTICK”
Beyond Goth
Vancouver, BC, June 15, 2008—Heather Haley’s videopoem Purple Lipstick still garners kudos having been an official selection at the VideoBardo 2nd...
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Employing a poem-as-script strategy, “Dying For the Pleasure” is a blackly humorous, kaleidoscopic trip down Memory Lane, the car a metaphor for power, an extension of desire. Once behind the...
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In a field of heather, lavender, enveloped by rose bushes,
The sun shines bright, showing off the colors of the delicate verdure.
I close my eyes to smell natures perfume,
But...
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