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Dear lockdown folks, this is the Phoenix. Yes, that enigmatic bird of legends, the one that goes by what it can do not what muted dreams conjure up. Phoenix is my name! ”Lockdown folks, why are you so depressed?” Have you been watching the press briefings –yes, the ones created by DT. The ones that buck at reason; the ones that proclaim darkness even if the sky is bright and sunny? The daily news updates...

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Beware, least you inspire in me not an act But a cobweb on the soul– “How do you say no in an attempt?” No man ever did—an elemental balm. For men the work of God’s creation drives A tradition up against the wall. You must nurture it, watch it, like a newborn— Otherwise, the spark can travel the path of stone. For us the breast undoes itself over and over: Just like the fingernail grows...

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  Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the stream & o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing wooly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice! Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Little Lamb I’ll tell thee, Little Lamb I’ll tell thee! He is called by thy name, For he...

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Come, love, come fire! Where living inside, are secret longings, And young hearts Christ-like devotion. Living inside us are the tidings, Follow us to a place of great passion. Come, love, come fire! I love to hear a million forest insects, All singing to one tune. I think quite clearly of the tropics, And lovingly of the Moon. Come, love, come fire! I love to hide in her warm regards, And when she finds hope,...

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Exactly one week ago I had the shakes…that cold feeling that the world could be coming to an end with a virus that seemed to know where you live. I went to sleep that night believing that man had bitten off more than he could chew. The things scientists try to generate and regenerate in obscure lab locations in the name of a crazy discipline could be escaping these crucibles and dishes to infect a...

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The whole world is sitting down. Her nations’ gates are closed. The earth’s gravitation is frozen. The air everywhere is flu-bound. The sick can’t afford to be alive. The healthy are ordered inside. People are dying; Corruption and bad leaders are alive. Everywhere a strange visitor arrived, bearing a bouquet of red-blooded virus. Those with adequate governance loathes uncertainty with a name. Wealth and abundance abide In the West, the visitor pays it no heed....

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O breezy smile you create for me A world that stayed with patience beyond time. I do not need to worry out patience as I wait out this sweet pain on the edge of this world. The Texas heat too, even the humidity and pattern of repressed air is precisely the same as broke my heart. For time passing —now I am sure of something! Something will be ours, but what? Was it whenever we...

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I broke at last the terror-fringed fascination that bound my ancient gaze to those crowding faces of plunder and seized my remnant life in a miracle of decision between white- collar hands and shook it like a cheap watch in my ear and threw it down beside me on the earth floor and rose to my feet. I made of their shoulders and heads bobbing up and down a new ladder and leaned it on...

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Art is barren today, long with dawdling densities tomorrow, and when the future arrives, the twisty intricacies are nothing new; they are century-old patterns recalled. Julie Adaka…I mean Adaku, has a sculpted looking face; one where, you, the art connoisseur, the interpreter of convoluted aesthetics, couldn’t tell if the countenance about her airbrushed aspects were borne out of years of domestic brawls with whomever she once lived with. You, the quintessential Hound Dog, call them...

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I recall thinking about that olive face and about the virgin oil. It was a night of sublime expectations. The moon refracted fading sparks that trailed wondering stars, like orphans of a protracted civil war– abandoned by hopes of peace talks. After a while, the stars did stand their grounds, but there was no doubt the Moon will return in full bloom. Things imagined and imaginable crossed my mind or left uneasily on account of...