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 In Orthoodox Faith, I gladly accept my life's sentence--- to spend each day, even each hour, in repentance, that my Pride's tall towoer of s... [read more] |
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The world we inhabit is intrusive and coercive. But the fellowship of the mystery is invitational: it requests the company of the believing... [read more] |
 To Be Draped Across the Sky Inside me, a night pulses— not with absence, but with embers. Each thought a glimmering mot... [read more] |
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The fire waits— not to warm, but to remind. Rhythm, not reason, guides the hand that peels the orange each morning... [read more] |
 Click to Link to poem Measuring a Life in Coffee Spoons: A Neurodivergent (Re)Reading of T.S. Eliot's 'The Love Song of J. Alf... [read more] |
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The Things We Touch That Change the Sky We make a room by entering it. Breath before voice, heat before word. The space notice... [read more] |
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Following my car accident, whilst I was still in the process of my eight-year rehabilitation, I decided it was best for me to return to scho... [read more] |