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‘So tickle is the state of earthly things’ , Edmund Spenser.

A light touch makes the body stranger to itself,
Takes the skin to places other than it covers. 92 more words


Blacktip Ague Ravages Blacktip Island Populace

Larvae of the mosquitoes Blacktip Island health officials say carry the tropical fever sweeping the small Caribbean island. (photo courtesy of James Gathany, CDC)

An unseasonal outbreak of Blacktip ague this week has Blacktip Island public health officials concerned about the population’s collective health as flu season approaches. 386 more words


Mr. X's Poetry: The Blue of the Fire

The orange turns to yellow, rage so red now smoke.

The tower’s white and cloud-like, arms of heat now low.

The wind has calmed the fiery feelings down to ease. 10 more words


Walking Trees (Alexandrine)

I see—
Now You’re talking—
Men like tall oak trees,
Blurry and blown by a strong breeze,

You place
Your hands again
On my—less sightless—face, 30 more words


Mr. X's Poetry: To Live & Die a Man

From womb to tomb, from cradle’s resting grave,

We grow upon our life – from boys to men

And men we love so varied in the saves… 115 more words


Funereal Reflections

Funereal Reflections

The world moves on in timeless reverie
while doves o’er head turn westward to their homes, beyond.
Yon raven waits upon a gnarly tree. 210 more words


The Old Watch

Over wide stone and earth,
Laying on dust of crumb.
Death springs with given birth,
To tread where body numb.
On the soaring heat and rock, confluence in sum… 73 more words