poem
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“Jochebed’s song”
“Noah’s end – drunk, dishevelled, an embarrassment to his children – eloquently tells us that if…
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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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“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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We wait
A time for everything but I am beyond time.They build me a sacred space where few…
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“The End”
. . . of this poetry journal. How many days – weeks – months are we…
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“Breath and Blood”
. . . I thought that was what all this was about— all the shuttering of…
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“Earth’s Gift”
. . . Cement blinders run along the highway blocking out the strange wonders you find…
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“with eyes open”
. . . Finally our first warm days and all the trees are acting strange— leaves…
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“Not Sure”
. . . Not entirely sure why alongside stats of infection and death the news charts…
A broken tulip 