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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strange sunrise

i looked out the window at the perfect moment one morning to see the sky washed in raspberry-colored clouds as the sun conquered the horizon when i looked back a few minutes later the blaze had faded and the naked trees were stark against a background of gray brilliance swallowed by gloom so it was centuries…

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