Stolen Feast
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Copy_right F. Scott Hess

The Stolen Feast is 9 p.m. in my Hours of the Day series. The evening hours morph from the socializing paintings of the afternoon and dinner hour, to images of sex and its multiple implications. The prone woman of 7 and 8 p.m. is now on the bed, enjoying a feast of lobster and shrimp. The old cook sips a Pinot Grigio, looking over his shoulder smugly. The woman holds a shrimp between her fingers, and stares at her lover with something less than adoration. Is it his child she bears in the 5 a.m. hour? Out the window a full moon rises above the little city, and warm light streams from apartment windows and storefronts.

February 9, 2010

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