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Monsters and Fathers

He speaks like an exploding dictionary, Picking out the meanest words, Arranging them In the worst order. Prides himself on dumb. Smart Is for “college boys.” And “he ain’t no college boy.” I can still hear him Echoing through my mind … Continue reading

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The Point of Honesty

“When I learned to love myself, to accept all the broken parts, the ghosts of my past could no longer bind me; could no longer hold me in so much stagnant water. I was at last free.” -Basil Fish It … Continue reading

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Nostalgia Gripped Heart in a Sea of Green

I walked passed that field nearly every day. It was a wild patch of land surrounded by growing housing developments, apartment complexes, and an ugly mint green retirement home. I often wondered what kind of magic inhabited the land to … Continue reading

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To Reign in Hell

She knows God, In the ragged line down her wrist; His charity, In the scar above her lip. It’s why she left him behind When she ran away from home. Why she used his book To kindle flames lit to … Continue reading

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No Angel, But a Saint: Ten Years Later

“The Christian meaning of death is revealed in the light of the Paschal Mystery of the Death and Resurrection of Christ in whom resides our only hope. The Christian who dies in Christ Jesus is ‘away from the body and … Continue reading

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Contrasting Faith

There is a stark difference between the faith of my youth and the faith I subscribed to today. In my youth our faith centered around our right sacrifice before God. You were saved through the repeating of a simple incantation … Continue reading

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Running With Fire

I’ve found spiritual octaves in the tones of my voice. Love and forgiveness, Have a way of harmonizing with kindness Better than the bumps and bruises Healing in my throat. I’ve sheathed blades flashed in my anger. Put away the arrows … Continue reading

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