The razor’s edge Bewitched by moonlight Honed by the space within the pyramid Glides gently across my shin Deflecting, detaching, depilatoring my skin So that perchance my legs can partake in the illusion of Bewitching Twixt the hour of wane and witching. ~ Tao Babe Continue reading Bewitching Depilatory
Tát Nước Đầu Đình is an ancient Vietnamese folk poem whose author has disappeared into the smoky haze of the ages. We know only that it came out of the area around the Gulf of Tonkin (Vịnh Bắc Bộ 北部湾 ) due to the language used. It is ageless, timeless, and exquisite in its portrayal of life in the days of gold and glory. The words … Continue reading Tát Nước Đầu Đình
