POETRY VIC'S AUTO GLASS, For Rachel a crummy place downhill by the railroad bridge above Arts, Painting, and Music where Franklin meets Abundance before it cloverleaves into Treasure in a...
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CELERIAC dirty, battered face sleepy with no eyes all dream and wood inside. It fed on the dark loam its hairy sallow cheeks, wistful under ground green sprigs stemming out from its...
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I suggest, therefore, that the New Testament provides impressive support for our reliance on the experience of God in human lives--not in its commands, but in its narratives and in the very...
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Loose Stone in the Compass How traveling takes the eyes put them in every tree, furrow road sign, passenger's glance till it all tenses into a forest, a forest of tight nights childish fear, and...
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