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 There you are, trading small graces; cups & saucers like treaties of peace. I sit back, half‑skeptic, half‑believer... [read more] |
 A Bon Ouija Music Project ad/promotion! One of a kind U won't be able to resist It's hands down the all around best Just give it a ch... [read more] |
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A Nag Called Time She’s no noble steed— more like a barnyard tyrant, hooves tapping like a bad drummer outside my skull. Neig... [read more] |
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Harvest moon veils the field, dark lips pressed against silence; the night’s ears rise like daggers, cornstalks brood in their... [read more] |
 Your majestic infinity, oh Christ, great God and our Saviour is greater than the Cosmos of stars you have built. Yet, for love of sin-c... [read more] |
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The Fifth Continuum In one universe, despair repeats, its speech worn thin with use. In another, we laugh at its persistence—... [read more] |
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I am grateful for understanding how important our children are wherever in the world they dwell… and am grateful Native Nations peopl... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to believe in all children: As a native nation prayer goes: There is faith in their eyes, Love in thei... [read more] |
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I wore an orange shirt yesterday, September 30th it’s a shirt I wanted everyone to see… even though the color orange doesn’t look tha... [read more] |
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Young man, step outside your dormitory room and into the adjacent corridor. Give your neighbors' and classmates' beauty a long gaze: shirtle... [read more] |
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To my Lord, I looked Starward unto Salvation, which I received eagerly: henceforth, privileged, to be Starward-Led among pious Or... [read more] |
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I hope, as (with this final handle) Starward-Led, to revisit those splendid days of old, that had so quickly fled: season of nineteen sevent... [read more] |
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At long last, Lord Jesus, I have declared my love, in full, for You; and let that one poem become the effulgent star orbited by all the othe... [read more] |
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Jesus, the Son of God . . . loved me, and gave Himself for me. I pray to give myself to Him, to the fullest, eternally. I pray my soul,... [read more] |
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The vowels ignite — black anchors, white lightning, red wounds, green swamps, blue halos. The alphabet is no longer a chant but a... [read more] |