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Rimbaud in Camden

       Rimbaud in Camden                    “an angel in exile” ~ Paul Verlaine Imagine then an exiled angel.  How Would he appear, this creature, if he were More real than metaphor?  His lids would bow Down over such blue eyes with eyelash fur That azure would become...

The Woven Cord for Precious Stones

The Woven Cord for Precious Stones I have a cord of gold and silver strung With gemstones.  They are hue struck like the leaves Of autumn, spring and summer, winters stung With frost and beauty, and my thought perceives Them as I pull them from the caverns of My...

Facebook, SnapChat, and the Death of the Gods

  Facebook, SnapChat, and     the Death of the Gods Despite his lovely ankles with their wings And all his manliness of shape in youth, Immortal youth, a terrible fact sings Across the myth of Hermes.  Here is truth: He’s dead now.  Pan was killed at Jesus’s birth...

Crazy Apprentice President

Crazy Apprentice President Suppose he isn’t stupid as a bat Or yellow brick road that bends to a fraud, But still he’s acting like a spoiled brat Who thinks he’s worthy of respect like God. Aggrieved  about how he perceives the press Is treating him, he can’t be...