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“No one will listen to me! They keep ignoring me!” My youngest screams through his weeping as he gets out of the pool at the

There is so much to fear. Mainly death, but other things too – divorce, a wasted life, the hatred of your children, serial killers –

We lie in bed together in the dark. Your disappointment rages, so I make an effort. “What’s wrong?” I press half-heartedly. You answer, “you locked yourself

We do not find the kingdom of God in the usual places – It is not in Simon the Zealot’s dream of revolution nor in

The palmetto weevil sings the earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof. God what a horror to behold. I am heavy with death and

We are both a disappointment. But most days, it is enough for me to see a fingernail or two of yours in clear, morning light,

Dear Friends, I am concerned because we do not honor the dollar weed. It is true, the dollar weed cannot love like us. And the

Dear friend, I am dying Like everyone else Like everyone else I am alone Is it us? Or is it you?

Because you are precious in my eyes, and honored, and I love you, I give men in return for you, peoples in exchange for your

My son, I wish that I could break myself into the song, the ancient one, that makes you dance there on the continental shelf. It

Tell me resin Joseph on your walnut mantle perch red of duraflame® blaze beneath you in the Christmas fire, white of Sherwin Williams 7562 Interior

“Due to Fipronil and its accelerated domino effect kill, Maxforce Ant Bait Stations start to kill ants in just six hours. Tests show 90% population

Dear God, I know it’s much to ask of you but please, please make this great big bag of skittles have lots more reds than any other

In the splintering rain the old sheepdog sat on the dock with hair like seaweed waiting. He did not note the wood as it whimpered

Ah! nom de Dieu! qu’ont donc crié ces entrecôtes -Guillaume Apollinaire Guillaume Apollinaire, an apple core am I. Tell me, is this thing you have

For Callie I. She sleeps naked every night under just a quilt she fashioned from her husband’s flannel shirts. Retreating from a dream of marriage

I didn’t think too much about the sign at first. After all, I don’t have the Faith like a child. Mama said I don’t have

“There is no mourning, death, or strife?” You fools who deny death, deny life. Well did Jesus prophesy when he said, “leave the dead to

A sandpiper snaps into a turn and sprints around the beach directionless. Mad to find some morsel underneath the sand. She pushes down her beak,

A little boy, on learning from adults about opposable thumbs Asks the oak tree what it’s like to live without them. The oak tree, being