“I Don’t Owe You Anything”

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“I Don’t Owe You Anything”

“You should never go to them
Let them come to you
Just like I do
Just like I do”
featuring Model: Morgan Vail
from the ongoing series “Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl”—
a timeline of photographs over 18 years with the same model
Avery Point,  CT USA
Photograph by Michelle Gemma
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and a Pitbull named Perry

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shirt tucked tightly, smoothed over the contours contained therein
the body of evidence in support of the conclusion already reached

this, not in roundabout form, no pussyfooting here, bub,
but directly, like no one I’ve ever met

the soft curves in continuation over hip and haunch where the body bends, folding softly in a series of gestures and suggestions

and somewhere in all this, the differences diminish
the distance is diminished and the gravity,
that which almost inexplicably draws one thing to another
becomes the only thing that matters

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“Everything matters, everything we do matters.”

Nelson Wright: “Everything matters, everything we do matters.”
—-Flatliners, (1990), written by Peter Filardi of Mystic, CT
featuring Model: Angela Lavoie
June 1998
Stonington Boro. CT USA
Photograph by Michelle Gemma

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The Moon and The Melodies

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01 "Sea, Swallow Me"

01 “Sea, Swallow Me”

02 "Memory Gongs"

02 “Memory Gongs”

03 "Why Do You Love Me?"

03 “Why Do You Love Me?”

04 "Eyes Are Mosaics"

04 “Eyes Are Mosaics”

05 "She Will Destroy You"

05 “She Will Destroy You”

06 "The Ghost Has No Home"

06 “The Ghost Has No Home”

07 "Bloody and Blunt"

07 “Bloody and Blunt”

08 "Ooze Out and Away, Onehow"

08 “Ooze Out and Away, Onehow”

The Moon and The Melodies

a new series featuring Model: Caroline Walz

Photographs by Michelle Gemma

6 September 2016

Stonington Boro.  CT  USA

http://michellegemmaphotography.com/

nigger is a white word

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anticipate
one person, sitting at their desk-
(these are the words that you are now reading)
“oh no…” say the pale faced brethren
shrinking within hand shadows

“lacking in consistency is the only constant here,
much as the complacency I’ve used as goodwill recently…”

habitually

“consider the weight of what I have to say,
and liquidate our antiquated assets
while i straddle this tower of dual continuity”

the discipline of far too few
accumulates in patterns
of day-glo cowardice-
ply by ply, shaving away
at our skin

the dream of life
is simply to dream of life
the sun is an illusion as are the
torments that grow in its ray

so forget-
forget the women of yesterday’s sex
déjà vu and the same shallow coincidence
clotting the deference of an absolute truth,
narrowing the hindrance of youth.

forget the margins that dilute the mind,
whose fragmentation remains ill-conceived
during our time.

forget the secondary highways and the strangulation by government.
forget the commercial inertia and the graduation of the mass permanent.
forget the tradition of carving out territory at your will,
a propulsion defined by an inevitable inversion.
and forget your holy war,
it is not part of our plan.

and forget your blond haired blue eyed jesus,
because nigger is a white word.