May 2025
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Fragments, 5.21.25
There’s always something strange on my commute, but this Mother’s Day stood out like the sorest of thumbs. On the ride home, I passed a man walking along the sidewalk, casually gripping a machete. He looked menacing enough that, for… Continue reading
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Thou Art Known
It started the week he turned sixty-two. Like a light flickering in the chapel of his mind. Until then, Henry’s life had been a blur of deadlines and dinner tables, of ballgames and spreadsheets, of making sure the mortgage was… Continue reading
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The Field
They called her Sister Marianne, though she hadn’t worn a habit in years. The townspeople remembered her not for her sermons, but for the strange presence that followed her, something heavy, luminous, unsettling. They said if you stood too close… Continue reading
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A Pilgrim Without a Map
I walk where no compass dares to turnThrough cathedrals of bone & thornThe moon my candle, dim & grimLit not for saints, but those who mourn No kingdom waits with jeweled gatesNo crown of gold, no holy feastOnly wind that… Continue reading
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Into the Death it Dreams
I felt the flame of wrath arisea holy fire turned fouland in my hands I held his throatmy brother, marked for trial No sword I drew, no gallows builtno poison touched his breadInstead, I chose a deeper sin:to drag him… Continue reading
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The Rope Is Kind
Fail & hang, the rope is kindbut not the end you seek to findNo grave will keep your soul at restno coffin close your weary chest For death is but a crooked doora hinge that creaks, then swings once moreThe… Continue reading
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The Thought That Rots
Cling not to thought: it blooms, then rotsA gilded chain in sacred knotsAs soon as mind begins to graspRelease the hold, unclench the clasp The prayer you whisper turns to rustIf built on dogma, fear, or lustIdeas are idols dressed… Continue reading
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Sacred Fright
In candlelit halls where saints weepWe build our gods on power’s keepsWith iron will & crowned commandWe crush roses with trembling hands But Love, she waits in chapel dustNot in the sword, but in the trustNot in the grasp, but… Continue reading
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The Last Bloom
The roses had withered long before she did. Elaine lay atop the crimson velvet of her ancestral bed, each breath a brittle offering to the air. Shadows licked the walls, and somewhere beneath the floorboards, something stirred and sighed. The… Continue reading
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Each Second is a Universe
A breath in stillnessa whole world begins to bloomthen fades into peace The ticking is softbut inside each quiet beata cosmos unfolds Time is not movingit opens like a flowerpetal by petal Even now it singsthe sacred in each momenta… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 