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Poetry

Happen

In the mornings, dried hydrangeas strike up against the white siding of neighboring houses ...
November 9, 2021
Poetry

If God Were Gentle

But if God were gentle, here's what would become us: bluest sky, the sun-warmed porch, both beholding a glorious afternoon ...
November 2, 2021
Poetry

Juxtaposition

We praise the beautiful, the lovely, the kind. We love those who love us back, that which pays homage to our place in the universe.
October 19, 2021
Poetry

Letter

The upright scrawl of leaf cleaving last to the fig tree I mistake each daybreak for the bird-messenger, the one which I am sure will come flare the mouth of morning.
October 12, 2021