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 She Who Asked the Fire to Speak (for the muse who saw the poet) She did not arrive with trumpets, nor wear the marbled... [read more] |
 He always left a bit of stubble on his face, a softness like the hair around his nipples, and the treasure path southward from his navel: so... [read more] |
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A Constellatory Chorus The Astronomer I do not name stars—I record desire. What you call Orion, I call recurrence. Eac... [read more] |
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God is Love, the Holy Apostle's words declare, and not offended wrath or juridical punishment: new understanding of the ancient Truth... [read more] |
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As you thrust his crevice, he reaches one arm back, putting his hand on your hip as if to help you in more deeply; then he turns his head (h... [read more] |
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The Archives of the Sunbeam an ode to illumination, pause, and feline mystery Some say the soul leaves traces not in me... [read more] |
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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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Each time I unbutton my shirt, I think of your feet sheathed in sheer socks and you (otherwise naked) choreographing a teasing glide of foot... [read more] |
 Nothing. That's what I am without You. There is nothing I can do to save myself. Prodigal. I ran so far away from You. You called me... [read more] |
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Lord, let my soul be naked in its utter contemplation of the Joy of the Salvation which is its chiefest exultation: yet, also let me wear, f... [read more] |
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I woke, and that still, small voice, said "'Starwatcher' "was given you so that bullying did not further botch your "confidence.... [read more] |
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The garden of my life had become overgrown and weedy; and, within ir, my soul had become broken (of my own doing) and needy. But Jesus, walk... [read more] |
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Jesus, the Bright and Morning Star, has called me StarSpared: He died my death because He infinitely cared to save me, and that I might be r... [read more] |
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The Fire That Learned to Speak (a myth for the star that longed to be lyric) R136a1—he of the blinding breath, born deep in the Tar... [read more] |
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A Celestial Filigree Not loud like fire, but braided in hush— ... [read more] |