A few years ago, I laughed When a friend told me about two-for-one Rolling Rocks At the local bar On…
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Poetry
Saturday
the silence is deafening.the darkness is blinding.there are no words.
The End (A Villanelle for Good Friday)
Now the restless crowd around is gone – Our holy hearts beyond repair are rent – It seems that dark…
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Judas (A Sestina for Maundy Thursday)
It has fallen to me to break the bread. It has fallen to me to spill the wine. Perhaps I…
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