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Published a volume of pieces on Amazon
Behind The Scenes:
A black curtain divided the main big room of The Market Place from a smaller private storage area in the back where characters would go to imbibe the current vibes.
One evening as Indian Joseph walked out from behind the curtain wearing a new costume of imaginary native attire into the dim bluish lit underglow he encountered a high school crush sitting at a little table with her date. Some cat was singing a Leonard Cohen tune on the shabby artist stage. Suzanne takes you down to her place, near the river.
Hi Dalia, what a trip seeing you here.
Joseph, this is a surprise. What’s behind the curtain?
Oh, that’s Behind The Scenes. Where we go to escape this world.
Dalia just looked at Joseph, already a collection of images imprinted on a fictional past.
He never saw her there or anywhere again, except in the multiple magic mirrors of memory that is. We can journey anywhere we ever were or ever will be in this mind. It is indeed magic traffic.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2026-05-30 at 14:58
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Published a volume of pieces on Amazon
A Brief Excerpt
(from a work in progress)Behind The Scenes:
A black curtain divided the main big room of The Market Place from a smaller private storage area in the back where characters would go to imbibe the current vibes.
One evening as Indian Joseph walked out from behind the curtain wearing a new costume of imaginary native attire into the dim bluish lit underglow he encountered a high school crush sitting at a little table with her date. Some cat was singing a Leonard Cohen tune on the shabby artist stage. Suzanne takes you down to her place, near the river.
Hi Dalia, what a trip seeing you here.
Joseph, this is a surprise. What’s behind the curtain?
Oh, that’s Behind The Scenes. Where we go to escape this world.
Dalia just looked at Joseph, already a collection of images imprinted on a fictional past.
He never saw her there or anywhere again, except in the multiple magic mirrors of memory that is. We can journey anywhere we ever were or ever will be in this mind. It is indeed magic traffic.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 14 times
Written on 2026-05-30 at 14:58
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