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April 9, 2018Signs in the heavens. Great arcs of light at midday. Drew it. Intend to ask Joseph what it means …
Signs in the heavens. Great arcs of light at midday. Drew it. Intend to ask Joseph what it means …
There are significant differences between historical investigation of controversial issues and the polemical use of history. Jeff D. Blake’s essay is a textbook example of polemics impersonating as history. First, he employs the classic […]
of course a two-inch badger carved from liver-colored stone with arrows bound to his back, could not make the difference.
Bitter herbs and tears Mulch, water the spiritual Roots of human neuroses Surely God sees through
Snow falling into the pond leaves you weak with its metaphor of sadness, as though all that makes you could be instantly broken down,
Lying on my mother’s bed listening to tropical rain skitter across a mottled screen, I hold my daughter, sprawled in sleep,
Pluck them out one by one Melancholy, dearth, unableness Squeeze out the poisons Scratch away the sting
Cheek to pillow I slide my scalp up away from my ear the way I lifted the mother of pearl stem on the silver lid that closed and opened to disappear under itself
Eden was a winter when gods skated the earth. They’d warm themselves by the fires that lit the man-high snowbanks
Halfway between here and Oregon, the Lighthouse Bookstore opens along some residential street we browse unwittingly when reading after dark, where the words and road signs blur and the sky clouds up and thunders.