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At every side,
cannons.
And the only escape...
A small and muddy
swath
with lungs of afternoon
and flowers of
yesterday
soaked in earth
and red oil.
Kettles in either hand
each glowing as stars
and...
my favorite historian says
“Evangelicals want to keep
Israel real
for the rapture,” now
their plans are
falling into place:
their bombs are
falling into Gaza;
their anti-Zionism = anti-Semitism equation is
falling...
The Kleine Zaal in the late-19th-century Concertgebouw rewards focus more than spectacle, which made it a good room for award-winning sitarist Jasdeep Singh Degun...
“Time is a blur and I do not remember what I was before. For as long as I know, the day I came upon these untouched waters, was the day I began to live. For is not to love, to live?”
“His ship has gone down on this occasion, as it has many times before, but he knows he will sail again and the same sea will be waiting to engulf him tomorrow.”