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True Beauty

                   True Beauty I watched true beauty as the bus rode past The landscape Oxfordshire rolled out.  The nose Sat nobler than the slopes that will outlast Him, but its shape turned hillsides into prose. Those poems, though they now were only thought In...

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...

Slapped in the Face with a Kipper

Slapped in the Face with a Kipper      “How much more agreeable it is for two male friends to live         together than for a man and a woman.”  ~  St. Augustine The problem with the saints is that they’re saints, Ignoring all the hints.  They’re working out A...

Dickinson and Other Obscurities as Sunspots

Dickinson and Other Obscurities as Sunspots           However forgettable you find your voice to be,      you hover on the surface of the sun.  ~  Jaime Mathis … Like Emily you let the others tell Your hymn-like verses’ quality and state. You wait for others’ to...

Anger

               Anger I hear a voice, a male one, coming through The trees.  Excited like a trumpet but A deeper tone, its beauty like a blue And gold cock pheasant with a macho strut, The noise brings fierceness to my ears.  I lean Towards it hoping I will hear its...

Hawaii Teaches Us the Truth

Hawaii Teaches Us the Truth   The thought of love as a manicured lawn Is more a maniac’s idea than real. This explicates why marriage rules are drawn Up mincingly by gods and men who feel That actualities must be ignored. These legislators manicure the turf And tamp...