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A second excerpt from Tom McClellan’s “Reflections from Mirror City” 11 Aug 2013 | 04:21 am
In celebration of the life and creativity of my father, Tom McClellan, who passed away this last Saturday, August 3rd, I will be publishing some excerpts of his work. The following is an essay from hi...
Elysium: by Tom McClellan 9 Aug 2013 | 07:13 pm
In a continuing celebration of the life and creativity of my father, Tom McClellan, who passed away this last Saturday, August 3rd, I will be publishing some excerpts of his work. The following is an...
An excerpt from Tom McClellan’s “Reflections from Mirror City” 7 Aug 2013 | 10:41 pm
In celebration of the life and creativity of my father, Tom McClellan, who passed away this last Saturday, August 3rd, I will be publishing some excerpts of his work. The following is an essay from hi...
Biography of a Bipolar: by Tom McClellan 3 Aug 2013 | 04:43 am
Reposted from IPM 2MXI in loving memory of Tom McClellan (23 September 1941 – 3 August 2013) Biography of a Bipolar At first friends share the ecstasy that comes before the burn: “That night he wa...
cloud table:inter prestation 12 Jun 2013 | 06:27 pm
. . . . light-bearing months; burnt out, used up, exhausted, passed by heavy grey clouds twisting, cajoling, traveling along the route of back-lit, illuminated, golden-edged time passed, exhausted, us...
cloud table:spent time 24 May 2013 | 01:01 pm
. . . luminous season, spent grey omnibus’ ply limned time spent, horizons paid. . . . . . .
Mothers and Daughters: Red Square (a map of our mother’s closet circa 1972) 12 Apr 2013 | 10:37 am
We will know her by her symbolic attributes; In her image neither lily nor byzantine purple signify. We will note that in the hard-drawn felt-tip icon of the Mother God She is ever shown wearing Red h...
Mothers and Daughters: Intermittent Signal (Non c’è campo) 10 Apr 2013 | 10:46 am
field My sister’s voice shattered across an inconsistent, oscillating field stammering in and out of being then gone but imprinted on the field not of you are here but of you are this. lack My grandmo...
Mothers and Daughters: Terra Cotta 8 Apr 2013 | 03:06 pm
Peering into the narrow compact Rectangle reflecting back: The rumpled face of a woman ……….whose father is dying; ……….whose mother will die. Under chin skin slags, begins To give up the ghost of a wom...
Communicating Vessels: by Bonnie McClellan 2 Apr 2013 | 03:12 pm
One year when the awakened plane trees find themselves struck yellow in the night, there will be nothing left of me but a memory in your hands as they pull wet laundry from the spun drum or open the w...
