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Zacchaeus
Was Never a Mountain
Voltaire famously said: “God is a comedian
Playing to an audience that is afraid to laugh.”
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The Artist’s Other Face
A heart adrift on some dark city street
Is like a truth that grieves in stark defeat
He’s but a raincoa..
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Becoming More Than Andre
Or Bees Are Great in a Lot of Ways
-By Petal De Jaune, a Daffodil of Ruins Hill-
If love
does not ennoble m..
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-A
Gray Philosophy-
Between the Years 2008 and 2015, I
Took
Nearly a Quarter-Million Photographs of Birds.
It Was the Most Gratifying A..
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The Dregs of Love
-An
Anniversary Poem-
Two cups
Of teardrops
To the brim
Were set beneath the sun;
And as the d..
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I crossed a line drawn in my mind,Then
stumbled to my knees,
For in the sky, came passing byThree
clouds, and then, a breeze
And I was mov..
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What
the Tender Heart Can Know
The sin of seeing is the insidious guilt
that manifests in a soldier when he witnesses, for the first time, an..
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The poem that follows is about the last words
I may ever speak to my beloved mother. I was many miles away, and the attending
nurse held a cell phon..
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I close with this confession, Lord of
Justice,
Knowing that I only recount
What is well-known to You.
But certain things must not r..
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Each man is responsible for the particulars
That make unique the universe he oversees,
Whether it is base and boorishly dominated
By his phy..
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