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Friday, February 12, 2016

Sonnet

PLEA BITE
The plea condensed into a form absconds
Tough kisses cool that bite instead of soothe
And water lilies more appropriate for ponds
The surface glistens sparkling as it moves
A blue lit cloud my thought invoke, surround,
Is ruining dead religion such a sin
Surprising myth an open door propound
Belief began inside a seed within.
Take red ripe bite into an apple hot
And softly hug your dreams but don't bestow
Before consider what you have begot
The frog, warts and all, we cut long ago.
Then say enough begin wih sharpened tools
Important thoughts not need observe just rules.

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

LitMed book suggestion 17

http://medhum.med.nyu.edu/view/11805
ON WITH THE STORY
John Barth gets mixed reviews on Amazon from Publisher's Weekly  for this collection of stories.
Have not read. However, consensus seems to support that whether or not this is his best work, Barth is a clever boy.