2014 2/2

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And they felt the love of The Holy Ghost Pelting down like a hard rain. Their lips parted by Beatific Will, The fervent spoke in language...

I am one concise entity tucked warm and tight into myself golden and still. Flesh, soft, Fresh, beaming bright new life: The baby’s rose...

Reappear to me: A heaving laugh, a brush of blue-dress linen across tan knees, A sparkle of a knowing eye, an open smirk of straight...

I knocked over a cup of coffee today; It spilled across the table And showed me its prophecy as it drenched papers and crumpled napkins....

I would like to pay homage To the dust of crumbled leaves And the mist of evaporated snow; To steam drifting out of winter mugs And...