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The Loss of the Louvre

          The Loss of the Louvre Imagine that the world of pictures died And words alone were left.  The Instagram And TikTok types would all want suicide. Then poetry would rule; this oriflamme Of language would replace nought one, nought one Of photographs and...

The Love of Money is the Root of All Evil

The Love of Money is the Root of All Evil            Christ’s Object Lessons Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  I, like the bearded mage of the tales, knew the language of stones and flowers. ~ Lorca,...

They Hold their Hats in Deference in their Hands

  They Hold their Hats in Deference in their Hands Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Two men are bowing at the crossroads to Each other.  Though already distant they Grow fainter even as they set off...

Insights

                    Insights The pint-sized Jamie held his arms out wide To show how big the peony had spread Those petals.  “Big like this!” he smiled.  He tried Hyperbole the first time.  He had shed Mere factuality for larger truth. Young Yank, he aimed for...