1. Is it a linguistic coincidence or an undeclared prophesy?But 60 years after Mao Zedong approvedThe scheme for simplifying Chinese charactersWe are now living in an open & reformed age, where愛/ai/ [love] has become feeling without heart : 爱親/qin/ [kinship] someone who is not to be seen: 亲兒/er/ [son] a
-519- Iheardthe flittering ofbumblebee wingsamidst the dandelions,beckoning the mothers,whose babies heads poppedoff,to weep milky whitetears for the wind their childrenwill never know.Shorn free of their emeraldfabric lashesandleft to bake on pavementfor the blue jays, sparrows,and garden hose.Lifted bythe cool smell of wet gravelon this,the day the rusted spokescarried me through
Jigsaw is the tool you use to make one.Such a human hobby, cutting up the picturejust so that, on a bored, dark winter evening,we sit down to make the pieces fit again!But when it’s finished there are always cracks.You have to back away and keep your distanceto cherish the illusion
Tiny House North wind’s sizing up the houselike a boxer his opponent, throwing an experimental jab or two before the real buffeting begins.No use trying to sleep.The Hunter Moon cruised off earlyto low-ride that pocked face over some other boulevard. Yesterday, Delaware friends called to saya King tide is slapping
Bryan Billiams had, historically, never been a good liar. So that was why, as he sat in front of the two officers, Bryan Billiams told them everything. — Bryan Billiams was fifty-two years old and looking for a career change when he stumbled upon The Merry Barber. The place stood
If we had a voice, we would scream and wail and cry so loud that no creature would dare come close to us for fear of going deaf. We would scream until the strain tore our vocal cords to shreds and the taste of blood coated our raw throat. But
It is February and we must be brave. The mounds outside are half snow and half water. The rain falls ever so gently and mist grasps around the peaks of the mountains and then fills in the sky, hiding the sun. Inside our homes we keep our curtains closed, blocking
From now on I will declare myself free of all these burdens! Go now, you killers of joy and bliss! Here I stand, glorious, sparkling in the night. I know I can do anything if I tune to the light. Just because I crave chocolate, I can still be the
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