October 2024
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God Is Waiting For Us
We say God is hidden,But is it we who fail to see?Is She not in your lover’s gaze,In the quiet grace of the setting sun,Or the pale moon’s gentle glow?Does She not whisper in the warmth you feel,In the meal… Continue reading
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Beneath the Weeping Willows
The Southern wind crawls heavyThrough willows knotted with grief,Their limbs dragging the dirt like the dead,Howling low like hell-hounds in the holler,Under a swollen moon, bloated & bruised,Calling your name like a curse whispered too long Why did you leave… Continue reading
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Aunt Gloria’s Gift
Martin Thompson stared at the box on his doorstep, a rush of unease prickling up his spine. It was unassuming, wrapped in plain brown paper and bound with twine. Yet, the address label was unmistakable—his own name printed in bold,… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part X
The winter had finally given way to spring. The cold, oppressive weight of ice and snow had melted into warmth and light. Streets that had once been slick with frost were now alive with the colors of blossoming flowers, and… Continue reading
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A Current Of Divine Love
God stirs within my mind, concealedA restless force, kicking, screaming,Pulsing with her magnetic graceA current of divine love, unyielding When my mind cracks, spilling wide,Into the abyss of the foreboding night,Her anxious love will flood the void,And in that burst,… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part IX
The sanctuary had become a prison. What little refuge Eliot and Ida had found within its walls was quickly crumbling under the relentless pursuit of the Forgotten. The air grew heavy with their presence, suffocating, as if the atmosphere itself… Continue reading
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Sorrowful Terrain
Wandering through this terrain of sorrow,Where the metaphysical hangs in balanceThe grind of abrasion against the air,And the sharp scent of metallic thunder This distant planet feels hostileDevoid of the familiar chains of my mind-prisonThe cold, bitter wind cuts deep,A… Continue reading
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The Enlightenment Of Olivia
In the Pipitone household, chaos was a way of life. On this particular Thursday morning, however, the energy had reached a new high—a frantic, disorganized whirlwind that even the most seasoned tornadoes would envy. Nick was frantically searching for his… Continue reading
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Lead Me Home
Lay down the rifle,Turn it inward, toward your soul,And pull the trigger on your idolsEach one must fall,Shattered at your feet Surrender, at last,And confess the truth:You know neither who you areNor where you’re going For too long, you’ve stumbled,… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part VIII
The Void felt heavier tonight as if the weight of all the lost souls pressed down on Eliot’s chest. The sanctuary, once a place of fragile safety, now seemed more like a prison, its walls too close, its shadows too… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 