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Poetry: Master and Pupil

Master and Pupil by David Sapp   When he was a young man, an earnest but nutty art student, Charles Robert came to my door painted head-to-toe in Ultramarine Blue, seeking advice and turpentine. Even then, he could have been a blue Krishna wooing Radha. Now colleagues, he is the swami, and I remain, as […]

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Poetry: Forgoing the Invitation to Heaven

Forgoing the Invitation to Heaven by M. Ait Ali   I move in life,―where all birds, animals, insects, and cloth-faced humans―dry or wet behind the ears and the eyes― were tripped up by the emerald rug of earth and withal its skillful questions and questioning tones. I foot the distance:―the pathway a teenager, who aged […]