May 2025
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Hope Rises, Softly
Somewherea child dreams of a garden untouched by warwhere no bombs fall, only petals Lilies bend toward the light of dawna mother whispers I love you into her newborn’s eara teacher kindles wonder inside a young minda man unclasps his… Continue reading
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Fall Away
Forget the selfand God appears Forget the nameand hear the truth Forget the faceand feel the light Forget the willand flow in grace No “I,” no “mine,”no grasp, no claim Only breathand souland stillness The less I amthe more He… Continue reading
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Trespassers
And when I scream into the wildernessOnly the insects answer In their buzz, I hearThe language of the forsaken A soft, steady collapseOf a million quiet deaths A hymn to the apocalypseSticky & sweet Like alien nectarDripping from the jaws… Continue reading
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Dissolution
I unbutton my nameno longer a man The sky opens like a wound of lightand I walk into it backwardsfolding into the vibrationof a thousand forgotten heartsbeating in synclike a prayer underwater There is no IOnly weAnd then not even… Continue reading
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A Flower Opens
One flower opensnot in soil, but in sky It speaks in pollen tonguesand suddenlyspring spills sideways Windows forget their glassRivers remember their namesBirds dream in reverseand hatch from songs The sun blushesas if mortifiedwatching itself shine Everywherea soft uprising of… Continue reading
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A Silence That Sings
To see yourselfyou must disappear Fold the world inwardlike a paper swanand sit in the silencebetween your own thoughts On the surfacea face made of smoke & shoutingNot beautiful, not kindJust loud But dive deeperpast the noisepast the names you… Continue reading
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No Fragile Bloom
And then, a kiss – not merely breathBut something bound in life & deathA vow unsaid, a ghostly thrillThe moment before the world turns still Your lips were dusk, a sacred wineThe altar where our fates entwinedNo moon could cast… Continue reading
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Where the Deltas Meet
They say the old shoreline was once holy ground. Not holy in the churchyard sense, but older, deeper, like bones pressed into mud by centuries of unspoken prayers. No one builds there now. Not since the floodwaters came and never… Continue reading
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Let Heart Break Open
Beneath the hill where shadows spillA lantern sways in tomb-dark stillThe stone is rolled, the veil is tornThe sky forgets it once was morn They say the blood was not requiredNot tribute paid, but love inspiredNot wrath appeased by sacred… Continue reading
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Three Nights in the Hollow House
The old chapel on the hill was long abandoned. Moss devoured the bricks, and no one remembered the last time it held a service. But every year, during the Easter Triduum, he returned. They called him Elias. He arrived just… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 