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Never a Lack of a Target

           Never a Lack of a Target An afterthought of life is death, but frogs Sing always, solely of old age or death. The rest of us allow unwholesome smogs Of daily life to fill our songs.  Frogs’ breath Is drawn in only for their threnody, For ours as well...

Japanese and Chinese Poets Imagined Frogs Performing Poems

Japanese and Chinese Poets Imagined Frogs Performing Poems Te wo tsuite  uta mōshiaguru  kawazu hana   Placing his hands on Mud, the frog respectfully Recites his poem. ~ Sōkan Those poets speak of frogs producing lines Of poetry.  Such poets of the pond Gulp forth...

The Beginning is the End

            The Beginning is the End My soul rolled out to meet him like a scroll For Christ to write on with his blood.  A slack Remainder tried to be unlike a hole. To lift one’s wrists after a heart attack Is challenging.  He lifted both his wrists. That tells you...

Waking Honesty

                     Waking Honesty Our cats are not like us.  They sleep the sleep Of focused soldiers, dreaming dreams that we Would never dare.  Cats’ drowsing isn’t deep But deep enough.  They live hyperbole Or, at the least, intensity. They curl Around,...

At Last

                           At Last Explain the rise of scents, those melodic Perfumes that we call music.  There were drums And rhythms, but what brought on rhapsodic Cantabile is hidden.  Passion thrums Through men and women, mango girls and boys, And one night...