radix

oh papa, the fields are plowed under oh papa, the seeds are all salt oh papa, the tree’s burned to cinders oh papa, we know it’s our fault oh papa, the babies are crying oh papa, the streets run with blood oh papa, look, everyone’s dying oh papa, how can this bring good? oh papa,…

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all the hungry

at our little suburban church the communion feast is free of allergens and alcohol the bread crumbles into the cup of grape juice if you’re not careful i thought the blood of Christ was stronger stuff than this — at the Anglican Church i kneel at the altar rail to receive the Body and the…

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