December 2020
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“Broken body”
This time, you cannot answerenough. This hurting hunger for healing will never besatisfied. Not in a…
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Response to “A Thousand Splendid Suns”
A woman in Afghanistanlaced bread with rat poisonbroke breadfed her ten childrenand herself it wasresistanceagainst the…
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Feasting in the dark
Hello everyone. I hesitated to post anything close to Christmas because the next poem I have…
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One day the gravel will give way to bread
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Of course we run from what…
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“where is the lamb?”
. . . Your brothers chased you out and away for being illegitimate. The elders ask…
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“where are the angels?”
. . . For the woman gangraped by the tribe of Benjamin. Silent you were. You…
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With gravel in our mouths and a question in our hands
We’re handed set answers for what it means to live as a man, live as a…
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Humility
I’m sitting on the carpeted floor, listening to a sermon on James covid-style, in comfy clothes.…
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We wait
A time for everything but I am beyond time.They build me a sacred space where few…