washed away in the waters

(Saying Good-Bye to the God of Disease, Mao Tse-Tung)

The first day, no one believed it.

“No new patients,” the nurse reported, meek and quiet.

The third day, a Sunday, every church and mosque and temple and synagogue was full to standing room only, overflowing to the streets.

“This is God’s will, His gift to us,” the ( Read more... )

Okay, so I read a book of poems by Mao Tse-Tung. I think he took over China halfway through the last century, but, you know, water under the bridge. A few of the lines jumped out at me, and I kept track of them, so that I could mess around with the whole inspiration thing after the fact.

Here's two of them.

If heaven has feeling it will grow old and ( Read more... )

So, I have another string of words, arranged in rhyming lines and syllabically strategic patterns.

It's partly a gift for
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No seriously why is this in my head.

To monks the brothers went, the last years’ span ( Read more... )

Apparently, Chaucer makes me think and write in rhymes. And then I remembered wanttobeatree mentioning SamanDean in medieval times, saving people hunting things, and I thought OMG WHAT IF I WROTE AN EPIC CHAUCER-STYLE POEM FOR SPN ( Read more... )