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Domesticated Felis catus
          by Bud “Weasel” Rice
          “Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.”
          —James Herriot

Domesticated some ten thousand years ago, it seems,
perhaps near human settlements found in the Middle East,
the Felis catus, furry carnivores we call house cats,
was known as Mau in ancient Egypt, foe of snakes and rats.
Mafdet, the lion-headed justice goddess was replaced
by Bastet, deity of motherhood, of poise and grace.
Cat-headed Bastet was the soul of music, joy and dance,
as well as safety, family, and goddess of romance;
and as Bastet herself tranformed from warrior lioness,
domesticated Felis catus stepped in to be pets.

Bud “Weasel” Rice is a poet of nature. Emily Dickinson and Robert Lowell are the two Boston area poets who have most influenced his poetry, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau are the two Boston area essayists who have most informed his writings on nature, while Charles Sanders Peirce (who spent his youth in the Boston area) and William James (who spent most of his academic career in the Boston area) are the two American philosophers who have most influenced his philosophical tendencies. At present, he is struggling with one of the two cats that he owns, who wants to sit on his computer.

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The Pequod Cast
          by W. Usa Celebride

Ahab is at the helm, the Pequod is the ship of state;
this is a voyage after the White Whale’s endless hate.
Starbuck thinks it’s unChristian, as he drinks his coffee straight;
Stubb smokes his pipe of optimism, hopes the trip is great;
Stout Flask, King-Post, wants to catch Moby-Dick with mighty bait;
Queequeg, the South Sea Islander, longs to predominate;
Gay Head Tashtego, harpooner, prepares to tailgate;
Dagoo, the noble African, fights, like a heavyweight;
Fedallah, worships fire, is Ahab’s demonic mate;
but only Ishmael escapes with his bleak soul of slate.

Usa W. Celebride is a poet and literary critic of American literature. Of Melville’s works, he was impressed by the treasures found in his prose, like “Mardi,” “Moby-Dick,” and “Bartleby, the Scrivner,” and poems, like “Shiloh, a Requiem.”

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The Cessna Skyhawk
          by Air Weelbed Suc
          “Ich wär gern mitgeflogen.”
          —Reinhard Mey, “Über den Wolken”

It just seats four and merely weighs 800 kilograms.
Its speed is hardly supersonic over traffic jams.
Upon a tank of fuel one goes a mere 800 miles.
The Cessna Skyhawk has endured time’s ever changing styles.
It is a high-wing monoplane, wings on its cockpit sit;
and student pilots have a better view when flying it.
To fly it is so easy—it’s the land-o-matic plane.
It can take off and land again with very little pain.
In fact, it was the very plane Mathias Rust once used
when flying to the Kremlin, seeking peace, Cold War abused.

Air Weelbed Suc is a poet of the air, of flight and flying machines. His favourite poem is “High Flight (an Airman’s Ecstasy)” by Canadian poet John Gillespie Magee, Jr. Of his poetry, the literary critic Wilbur Dee Case has said, “It really sucks.”

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Another One of Hundreds
          by Dae Wi “Scrub” Lee
          “last night the first frost fell/ and I could not sleep.”
          —Seo Jeong-ju, “Beside a Chrysanthemum”

On Monday, February 13, 2017,
Kim Jong-un’s brother Kim Jong-nam was murdered on the scene*
of the Kuala Lumpur International Aiport,
with VX, an organophosphate’s lethal toxic snort.
Two women, one from Indonesia, one from Vietnam,
have been accused of smearing it on off-guard Kim Jong-nam.
How quickly did four North Koreans exit speedily,
while others still are hiding in the embassy, it seems.
So, is it a surprise that Kim Han-sol, Kim Jong-nam’s son,
is now in hiding from the North Korean Kim Jong-un?
*near check-in counters for Air Asia

Dae Wi “Scrub” Lee is a poet with a broken heart for a broken Korea.