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Our denial and patience have reached their limit. We must do something about the ghosts. Postings on them have gone through the roof....

i want a word for that barefooted breathing when god sprouts out of the ground next to me in a color that only exists in may, a verb for...

The god reaches down with sinewy arms like tender vines they curl around the bite-sized human He knits a garment out of honey and...

I work long into the night making the birds, sewing the slender feathers with fine thread, knitting the tiny hearts, the miniature lungs....

It is difficult to pinpoint when my insomnia started. I remember fitful sleep, filled with agitated dreams of clanking noises and foul...

I raise my infant son and daughter, onto the barrier. We look out on a sea of chrome, southbound only, flickering into the distance. For...

Ingram slogged through the downpour to watch the execution of the hex. His calloused fingers were wrapped around the tight straps of his...

There is a guiding light. A path towards a healthier and more compassionate self. It is a star self, a light held together by its own...

Thinly veiled moon plays peek-a-boo between clouds; shadows dance and disappear. Trepidatiously at first, then emboldened smelling gifts...

You look thin! Katia jolted up in bed, clutching her mottled blanket. Saucer-eyed, her gaze turned to the open bedroom door, a black...

The holy speech, that which is Divine Spirit, the embodied Logos, is immortal. All of nature in paragraph, as indeed the secret song of...

No way to wander away from self-meditative glow: home sweet home where path/arrival has no where to go : mating unseen & beholding in the...

You tend to wrap sun rays around your throat, death by strangulation of morning promises. You tend to fill your cup with clouds, or sugar...

The two holy men traveled by day, each of them on their own mule, riding slowly through the grass, until they came to the cabin in the...

It was the cold that dragged Abigail down first. People thought you wore cold like a blanket, wrapped around your shoulders and chilling...

Life is tenuous, beautiful and brittle, yet never cowers in the presence of death. It lives within chaos and substance; the harrowing and...

Christened by the black pulp of a young vine berry, I hold my home in the creek bed’s westward bend Where the Polaroid flash of fireflies...

Everyone is called here once in their life. Some die on the journey; rarely will a person die before the feeling consumes them: the...

My back breaks, a few vertebrae from the bottom. Arms go knuckles fuse legs snap my blood is now sap. Limbs expand up and out leaves...

I, too, have been in the underworld like Odysseus, and shall be there often yet … -   Friedrich Nietzsche Tripping into court Morality...