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776 B.C. to 393 A.D. ; and Every Fourth Year: paired sonnets

                      776 B.C. to 393 A.D. The sprint, the one event, the only race Was solemn, sacred, holy.  Gods leaned down And over clouds to watch a handsome face Push forward to deserve the victor’s crown. No one, except those gods perhaps, could know Just how...

Shàn in Abundance

Shàn in Abundance Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I know a woman in Beijing who cares. She cares for cats.  She rescues them the way The Buddha might.  She takes them in and shares Her tiny income with...

Love that is Love

                                 Love that is Love “Then his folly is Pure madness, but his wisdom a philosopher’s” From the Phaedrus of Alexis,                            In Athenaeus, Deipnosophistae A giant book about gastronomy And wisdom—if such stuff can be...

Moving towards Painted Velvet Perfumes

      Moving towards Painted Velvet Perfumes The spring of white and pink is almost past. The yellows disappeared as well.  Now cream And purples, pale and dark, have come at last. The heats of summer’s green, green, green now seem As far away as perfect charity, As...