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Beautyexpand_moreThe hymn that’s resurrected from the hymnal aspires to the spiritual.
Perhaps more than ever writers may have two kinds of fame.
Small valleys and veins give way to a lifted ridge like a rib or an arm bone.
An awkward, unscientific lie is often as ineffectual as the truth.
& I said let there be dark pouring from your mouth at daybreak
As a shadow I arouse you will you believe the truth of my mouth.
It is like the call of a voice the call of a voice that is not there.
Loss. That word echoed in my ears as my eyes ranged around the garden.
Mom often went to work on her days off. The library was her refuge.
The danger was my own carelessness, and now I was waist deep in it.
I’m trying to decide if I’m too cold to be curious, when the box meows.
For years I thought this light was love, or God, but now I know it’s fear.
Doisneau might have eyed and shot us for how brazenly we kissed.
It’d only take a slight shift to realize his new world isn’t a danger to him.
You can tell by the walls whoever lives here doesn’t want to be seen.
Translucent white prayer strings of her bonnet trailing in the air.
You must not be afraid of what waits after death, my past self says.
It will be years before the kids see us as real people, not just as parents.
The last thing one settles in writing a book is what one should put in first.
Florence’s cobbled streets spoke like a broken wheel, a halfhearted inferno.
He began singing, the words to a song that played from hidden speakers.
The eyes of men were drawn, numb and automatic, to her youthfulness.
She whispers all these rocks burning up in the sky can’t be a good thing.
I see the garden far away in itself reflected in the polished spade.
A question from one of your favorite songs what would you do
A field. No clouds. Tall grasses bend toward the foreground.
Before we too vanish, we hike to where three trails converge.
Who know fear is an aphrodisiac & nothing is scarier than time.
I wanted just to like chemistry, because my teacher hailed from Georgia.
