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Dangerous Theophany

    Dangerous Theophany When Gods appear, we dare not look at them. We turn our heads and eyes.  We stare at ground Or lower gaze and dare not touch a hem As robes go swirling by.  A holy sound Comes haunting,  muffled even.  It brings awe. If Gods have curly hair, it...

Food Vincit Omnia

            Food Vincit Omnia Today as Prospero came bounding in When he was called for breakfast, his black tail Was whanged out wide.  He clearly thought a sin Had been committed, that some other male Had dared to enter our cat’s little patch Of territory, or...

There’s Old and Old

There’s Old and Old “Sappho (/ˈsæfoʊ/; Greek: Σαπφώ Sapphṓ; Aeolic Greek Ψάπφω Psápphō; c. 630 – c. 570 BC) was an Archaic Greek poet from the island of Lesbos.” ~ Wikipedia “Most of Sappho’s poetry is preserved in manuscripts of other ancient writers or...

Big Time Censorship

    Big Time Censorship Perhaps you’ve noticed how the statues leave Out any sight of god Apollo’s junk. The artists think that we are too naïve To know the god, presented as a hunk, Had no enraged erection in the scene. They always put a piece of fabric or His...

Hairy Happiness

     Hairy Happiness The woman watches him. He’s at the sink Inside their hotel room. She notes his arms And shoulders most. She thinks of manly stink In black-haired armpits, glossy in the harms They do to heart and guts as she succumbs. He’s washing them with water...