Tag Archives: Music

Club Confetti (SoCal)

Posted on March 24, 2017 by Cynthia Pittmann

I arrive at the 80s nightclub/wearing a black leather Continue reading →

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Music

Posted on November 12, 2014 by Cynthia Pittmann

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can … Continue reading →

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Metamorphosis

Posted on November 22, 2011 by Cynthia Pittmann

Holding court in the kitchens, under counters, behind the sinks, and on the streets. Craving consumption and barrio binging while los vencinos bring swarms of whistling good morning pleasantries, buenos días. Devouring de la calle currency, “Did you see? Do … Continue reading →

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Desire

Posted on November 12, 2011 by Cynthia Pittmann

Once sheltered, then
shown and shut in. Condemned.
Brando brute unmasks both raw
and hungry. His apartment, well
off the French Quarter, pokes
bets and constant craving. Lusting
after life and trading
on decency. Continue reading →

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Urban Fetus

Posted on November 9, 2011 by Cynthia Pittmann

Ecstasy, a pill a thrill
given in the closet.
(I know this after-hours place…)
Euphoria rave and
freedom by design.
We have no secrets. Continue reading →

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Mangrove

Posted on October 19, 2011 by Cynthia Pittmann

Medusa locks
reaching tendrils
tangle, entwine, clutch.
Life panting through
slippery schools,
overwash basin,
swamp bosque.
Continue reading →

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Encounter

Posted on October 16, 2011 by Cynthia Pittmann

Dervishes collecting sky, sea and shore-tossed orchids Casting Sufi smiles, pearls and patience to those hidden in the wave’s barrel. Lifting lantern flames to meet strummed sea glass, verdant fingers reach to capture sand and seaweed. Turbaned shells sigh while … Continue reading →

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Astray

Posted on September 26, 2011 by Cynthia Pittmann

Thickening pulse thorough
all that is and was builds to forever.
Serial endings are waking up. Continue reading →

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Vortex

Posted on September 25, 2011 by Cynthia Pittmann

Vortex Drawn in and around the carousel spin…colors swirl. Laugh. Breathe. A little hope and Lightheaded warmth. Energy pulsing radiating See the spiral vortex at the moment before unexpected but ordinary death? (Of course all death is ordinary.) An intense … Continue reading →