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CHANMING YUAN
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seeing the strange belts like little mouth masks hung on bamboo poles I often wondered: what kind of clothing was that so funny looking in front of almost every straw-thatched cottage but you boys don't bother about that until one of my aunts told me on a showering afternoon it was only until I began dating with a girl in a major city, so close to beijing many years later did I get to know them to be no other than menstrual rags (a taboo of female blood?) although they actually looked more like shrunken flags than thick masks that's all I remembered about my boyhood my native village, my motherland
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LYN LIFSHIN
Hats in the House
stored like mummies, death masks or plaster casts of famous rock stars famous body parts. They huddle on the top rack of the closet, ghosts or fossils. The stern navy bluew staw with a white band could only by my grandmother's, pulled down like a moat to keep her good for nothing man a brim's length (at least) away. My mother chose outrageous black felt with floppy, flirty brims or a flapper's straw with a bent bow to giggle behind, something theatrical even tho she was only 5ft tall. Then there's one with a champagne ribbon even Isadora Duncan would have longed to own. The hats flap their brims like caged birds in India you give a few cents to see set free. I let all but two go as if they'll guard my tiny black pill box I wore for the first man I thought I'd marry and the white veil, skeletal nearly except for blue flowers a child I can make up just fluttered under the paleness of, something about to move away from what first held it. copyright LYN LIFSHIN
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Prolific, award winning, Indian Poet NIKHIL PAREKH has dedicated his life to poetry. Since age 10, he has written poetry of global peace/love and brotherhood.

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NIKHIL PAREKH.. 
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It was great to wholeheartedly smile; but an irrefutable feeling even greater than that was spreading its celestial essence to the most miserably orphaned quarters… It was great to marvelously fantasize; but an irrefutable feeling even greater than that was granting a right to every person irrespective of caste; creed; or religion… It was great to stupendously see; but an Irrefutable feeling even greater than that was assisting all those besieged with gruesomely devastating blindness… It was great to luxuriously taste; but an irrefutable feeling even greater than that was To feed the famished and deprived horrendously Witnessing them blossom into the celestially benign citizens… It was great to ravishingly dress; but an irrefutable feeling even greater than that was embellishing every abandoned infant with ornaments… It was great to invincibly marry; but an irrefutable feeling even greater than that was uniting hearts across the fathomlessly magnificent distances… It was great to incessantly progress but an irrefutable feeling even greater than that was to educate the bloodsucking indiscriminately toward humanity… It was great to acquire wealth; but an irrefutable feeling even greater than that was helping the afflicted and destitute, magnanimously sequestering them from vicious neglect… It was great to have Herculean muscles; but an irrefutable feeling even greater than that was to massacre parasites of evil. Great to have scarlet blood cascading poignantly through intricate veins; but an irrefutable feeling it was to save innocent lives from possible death. Great to melodiously sing; but an irrefutable feeling was to pacify the traumatized. Great to dance; but irrefutably greater to sway with the maimed. It was great to mischievously philander through aisles of unfathomable desire; but, an irrefutable greater feeling was to return their lost childhoods. It was great to tower barefoot upon the summit of a gloriously unconquerable mountain; but irrefutably greater was to mitigate the chains of slavery. It was great to be successful in every facet of life; but irrefutably greater to live altruistically. It was great to be successful in every facet of life; but irrefutably greater to live altruistically. It was great to be successful in every facet of life; but irrefutably greater to live altruistically. It was great to be truthful; but irrefutably greater was to disseminate peace and brotherhood. It was great to breathe royally; but irrefutably greater was to live in paradise, where it is great to love; but irrefutably greater to send you these pearls. copyright NIKHIL PAREKH
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CHANMING YUAN : [red]
LYN LIFSHIN : Hats in the House
NIKHIL PAREKH.. : Even Greater ...


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