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Pawh Den Always

Monsoons late. Months after Songkran. Buffalo wander the rice paddies. Looking for their old friend. Den Khongbua Grandfather gone. Kwai remember him. Den the only one Who knew their names. Den Gone But not from memory Kwai. Not gone forever. Not from our memories too. I see you soon, grandfather Den But not today.

EASTER 1916 – YEATS

EASTER 1916 I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite meaningless words, And thought before I had done Of a mocking tale or […]

Warm Weather

Warm weather bluffed the coming of Spring Cold winter rejected the season’s brief fling. Azaleas shivered under black lightning. Yellow jonquils fought off their floral fading. Today the gray clouds carried a day of foreboding. Tomorrow I pray for one thing, the sunshine. Same as everyone. I want warm. A POEM BY PETER NOLAN SMITH