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Fragments, 3.28.25
What is the sound of one scream unheard?Not clapping, not praying—just air vibrating in a vacuum of apathyIf no ear twitches, does it sound like pain or simply … rehearsal?A scream unheard is not a warning. It’s a weather report… Continue reading
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The Night Unending, Part III
He found it by accident, or maybe it found him. He had wandered far past the dead-end paths of the street, where the moon refused to shine, when a glow shimmered in the distance—a pulse of green and blue and… Continue reading
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Animal Husband
It started with the teeth. Not the growing or sharpening of them—the shedding. Molars clattered into the sink like coins. Canines splashed into soup. He’d smile and leave bloody holes where speech used to live. “He’s just under stress,” his… Continue reading
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The Night Unending, Part II
Octavius scraped together a flashlight, some plastic-sealed food, and a coat that smelled faintly of old dreams. His apartment was cavernous and echoing. He stepped into the night’s impossible thickness with his odd little bundle. The air tasted like rust… Continue reading
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A Warm Spring Sun
A warm spring sun kisses my faceAnd I’ve never felt more aliveThese bursts of energy surprise meI never knew God’s face could beamSo brilliantly through the clouds The trees speak in a secret languageAll the birds conspire for happinessThey are… Continue reading
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A Kiss Wrapped In Divinity
To step back is to vanishDissolve into second skinNo words are requiredOnly a quiet pulse, gentle as breath I don’t always know if I’m made for thisThis circus of bone & sugarBut I trudge through the dirtAnkle-deep in flowerbedsAnd the… Continue reading
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She Cradles Her God In Light
She is alone, but only in this dimensionShe misplaced her life in a drawerYet left behind a sermon we still hear Her vitality wandered offIt dances barefoot on ceilingsBut she still cradles her GodLike a bird made of rusty light… Continue reading
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The Night Unending, Part I
Octavius awoke to a dense darkness that felt wet, like being submerged in ink. A velvet absence pressed against his eyelids from the inside out, humming softly, like a song only mirrors could sing. He couldn’t tell if his eyes… Continue reading
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Choosing Love
It is said that the unexamined life isNot worth livingBut a lifetime of deep contemplation onThe biggest questions can wear you out Sometimes, an insight breaks through, likeA luminous ray of sunshine after days ofTempests and blackened skies And you… Continue reading
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The Snow’s Silence
The world falls silent beneath the snow’s soft embraceA hush blankets all: our plans, our schemes erasedThrough frosted panes, the cotton-white sky unfoldsWhispering stillness, as the cold gently holds We yield to its rhythm, a slower, sacred beatA frozen moment… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 