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Boghos L. Artinian
The author, who is a 70 year physician living and working in Beirut since 1975, read an article written by classmate about his recent scaling of Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania.
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Classmates at 70
Oh no. Not the Kilimanjaro!
Stephen Sleboda lives in a small cabin off NineMilePond in Wilbraham, Ma. He sings, plays recorder & watches a garden.
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Deep down where you know the reflection from past atrocities in the pigeons eyes
Where water is yellow, sand is blue, and they mean it when they say they care about you
Deep down in trenchcoat village with raspy-voice Van, detective Dan and the purple sinister-plan-Man, by the light of the match near the throw-away-baby can, it’s there tears fall in early hours before crows and sparrows borrow each others feathers, it’s there deep down in the fabric of a courtroom appearance shawl, or near the wall where she had her say, Madonna and all.
Deep down the language continues to snag on sticks under sidewalks in waterways where rats & bones, pebbles & rags, sand & sorrow, unfurl their freedoms for no one to see