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We have hidden storage zones underneath the bed platform where dead stuff is buried to be returned for future use – or sometimes just withdrawn – one step away from donation to Goodwill, or the nearest homeless shelter that needs it. There’s an old iMac boxed there,
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Where begins this triune explanation? This three-in-one, this sacred trinity? “Up from the grave he arose.” Each person has her own chronology. Mine…
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This poem won't have meaning in the future: after the fall, after the sheer collapse of all our forevers. Why write it then? Some scholar, looking back…
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A few years back me and my baby (not meaning to objectify in any way) on a lark took a bus trip to Montserrat to see Our Lady, the black Madonna. It was…
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I’m so sick of hearing about cryptocurrencies, and about the great deals to buy it constantly invading my Instagram message box. Take some advice from…
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Life is epic poetry, or maybe a series of short stories, or a heroic crown of sonnets carefully and expertly crafted. You choose the poison and set the…
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Everything ain’t gonna be OK. Prices of gas and groceries rising faster than we can keep up with. Crime in the cities at an all-time high – random…
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