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Tiny Poem(ish) #2
i am here to sing the praiseof the earth again although yesterday it is true i hadnothing but hard words for us
Tiny Poem(ish) #2
i am here to sing the praiseof the earth again although yesterday it is true i hadnothing but hard words for us
Some Thoughts on the Feast Day of St. Mary Magd...
It’s the feast day of Mary Magdalene, & I actually cried this morning thinking about how fiercely I love her at last.
Some Thoughts on the Feast Day of St. Mary Magd...
It’s the feast day of Mary Magdalene, & I actually cried this morning thinking about how fiercely I love her at last.
God In Our Goodbyes
In September, I ran into God next to the bus stop at the University of York. God the cosmic and companionate. God the thunderous. God the quiet friend.“Bye-bye,” Alex and...
God In Our Goodbyes
In September, I ran into God next to the bus stop at the University of York. God the cosmic and companionate. God the thunderous. God the quiet friend.“Bye-bye,” Alex and...
Annie
Not too long ago, I was flipping through the journal I kept in those days and I found an outraged entry about Annie, penned by my jealous twelve-year-old self. I...
Annie
Not too long ago, I was flipping through the journal I kept in those days and I found an outraged entry about Annie, penned by my jealous twelve-year-old self. I...
Comedy and Tragedy in the Not-Right World
Optimism comes easy to children who are surrounded by caring people and protected from sad stories. But this whole planet is groaning under the weight of its sad stories, and...
Comedy and Tragedy in the Not-Right World
Optimism comes easy to children who are surrounded by caring people and protected from sad stories. But this whole planet is groaning under the weight of its sad stories, and...
Joy Too Can Be An Act of Resistance
I’ve watched fear bloom in my heart like a Venus flytrap, snapping at any beautiful thing that dares to flutter too close. And I’ve decided: this joy thing is not...
Joy Too Can Be An Act of Resistance
I’ve watched fear bloom in my heart like a Venus flytrap, snapping at any beautiful thing that dares to flutter too close. And I’ve decided: this joy thing is not...