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Often in prayer, one looks up to their god. Why up? If up is where gods live, how can a christian and a pagan live under the same roof?...

My Lady burns me with green leaves of poison ivy, tenderly sliming my crumbling cheeks that press against the mirror to watch her kiss my...

No gull-winged birdmen hang in this current and glide. Just two thrill-seekers strapped in a steel blue tow chair, suspended under a...