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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Your words were found, and i ate them

once in the west — shades of grey; daylight and nightmare; ruins & kingdoms; tremendous trifles courage, dear heart — till we have faces in the year of jubilation … the knowledge of the holy; the place of the lion; the lay of the Lord — — — — — Written for Writer’s Digest’s November…

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weight and age

my house has been creaking and groaning lately joints stiffened, spine misaligned old wounds throbbing with the shift in the weather for the first time i noticed a silver thread among the cowlick hair shocked upright by the scar that arcs down my head it joins the company of others earlier earned i am still…

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