Boys will be boys
on a late afternoon,and school is out for summer. I watch—unseen—three preteen boys,laughing as they slide
This World Wasn’t Made For Us
Daniel stood shrouded in the dark of the desert night, the halo of light pollution
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Stained Glass Adoremus
My God hides in the stained glass over the last pew. Even when the sun shines
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Fishing for Infinity
They came to mein their Slavic dresses,knee socks, black hats, and peasant shoes:asked me in the
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