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Broken, the Delivery Van

Broken, the Delivery Van   My wife and I call kittens who are grown Up but are still kittenish (no, not still, But very lively, like a skipping stone On water) kattens.  The photo to fill The real gold frame from Venice here beside My laptop is of Bene posing, one...

Startled

               Startled He had the look of seraphs in distress, The look of angels tortured not in hell But trapped in heaven trying to suppress His soul.  His solemn beauty might compel Even divinity to free him from His wingless sentence, though maybe a god Can’t...

Feminine Beauty Just Ain’t Right

Feminine Beauty Just Ain’t Right “Hylas . . . is described in very un-heroic terms, with χαρίεντος (7) suggesting youth and beauty, and πλοκαμῖδα (7) emphasizing the boy’s ‘almost feminine prettiness’.” A hero can’t be pretty, beautiful, Or like a girl.,,  (Well,...

A Wan Jesus Levitating on His Cross

A Wan Jesus Levitating on His Cross “a poet of melancholy and shadows, of a fragile and intensely personal  Catholicism, and of the springtime of love” ~ Edmund White on Paul Verlaine Petite the pieces and emotions, shades And tones—the minor mode prevailing—verse For...

He

He The way he makes us feel is like the vaults In high cathedrals.  High and higher still They rise within our hearts with all their faults Though far above us like a sacred grille He sets out forms for irises and souls. The complications of the stonework cry Out. ...