How I pray (Part Two)
Under the circumstances it’s hard to keep quiet–– I beat against a thin window pane crying out with wings my whole self, crashing...
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(He said) The King of the Jews
Behold, here is your king, who will claim him, when it’s not what we thought we needed. Outside my window blooms whisper when rustled by...
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Lazarus
Lazarus I imagine feet walking on holy ground with followers uncertain of where they’re being led. When the journey is in progress and...
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How I pray (Part One)
On Sunday my spirit softens awakens slowly— like an old, tired dog, stretching to greet an uncomplicated day, shifting its weight and...
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Introduction: There’s a lot of poetry there
In my college dorm room, I shyly wrote poetry. I didn’t love sharing it in my first poetry class. I thought I was the worst poet and the...
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