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StoryEight Year Echo poetjude010 years 7 months ago
StoryLake Fides poetjude211 years 1 week ago
StoryGaudium Paschale 2006 poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryLost Baby poetjude311 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Theatre poetjude411 years 3 months ago
StoryDemolition poetjude311 years 3 months ago
StoryCrematorium poetjude411 years 3 months ago
StoryLongs Close poetjude611 years 3 months ago
StoryPrime Numbers poetjude211 years 3 months ago
StoryFitzrovia in These Times poetjude411 years 3 months ago
StoryForgiveness poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryStargazey poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryMourning poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StorySychar poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryRaspberry Jam poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryBeyond Tenebrae poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryThinking poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryWill you paint? poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryWadi Cherith poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryUnless The Seed Dies poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryDecember 25th Reflections poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryDay 7 poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryDay 40 (The Road to Emmaus) poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryDay 35 (Maundy Thursday) poetjude011 years 3 months ago
StoryDay 34 poetjude011 years 3 months ago

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Counting the Cues

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Blackberry Jam (revisited)

You said the perfume's to die for; I'd die for less, but remember holding tired onto my father's back in late September. It was a strange brand of...
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Bethzatha (in Jerusalem at the Sheep Gate)

Half-cowled faces are lost in the crowds where the street curves away from sunny archways. Here, in these five porticos I feed on hope in the rag-...
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Annunciation Revisited

Unfamiliar and unsung, incredible arrives on humming wing Announced with a slow beat, "With God, nothing is impossible ” Substance from a lonely...
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A Friday Morning Rally Poem for the Dream I Never Had

When the heart has been readied, I know they will come Jung opened the window, a scarbaeid flew in. Since I boxed away the things you left behind,...

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