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Continue reading →: The Tenebrous StairsIn the hush of late evening When bed and pillow beckon Absorbing the unrest of the day Pulling me down the Tenebrous stairs Into that dim divide…
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Continue reading →: Gnat-TrulyWhile sitting here,typing what I typeand thinking what I thinka minuscule gnat kept buzzing.Not stealthily in the leastPassing directly in front of my eyesagain and again and,yet again. One more time than it had ought. With a clap of my hand,So swift it was unseen by everyonein the otherwise empty…
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Continue reading →: DisfellowshippedThere is a world of difference between us now. Now that I DO NOT believe there is such a place as a burning hell, although, in fact, I never have. It changed my view of life, you know — what I learned because of you. It helped me know the…
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Continue reading →: Beneath the Weeping TreeIn the misty dawn, by a stream of sadness, a willow weeping caught my eye and drew me to its side. Beneath its branches stood, as silent as the morning mist, a soul who sought to understand the sadness that it bore. What have the ages borne so long a time…
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Continue reading →: Sallman—Portrait of a Hippie—NOT Jesus ChristThis image in now way represents Jesus Christ.
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Continue reading →: 5 a.m.On a cold and snowy morning It’s been nearly fifty yearssince that cold, snowy morning—when I woke for workand went to the windowto see what the night delivered. It was 5 a.m.,and Tenth Avenue glistenedbeneath the glowof ice-laden streetlamps—hanging, spear-like,filled with light. Snow had fallen through the night,leaving the house…











