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don’t you understand when I made you      I loved you and I made more of everything you could needout my love for you       I gave you a bed of earth     ...

  I have just come down from my son.He lies in a darkened room with his head tipped down. I drop through eleven white floors,step onto the concrete and cross th...

There are, here, the makings of a miracle:a crumbling loaf of bread, like a body that’s spent its decades in pain,and two fishes, like searching eyes,and ...

While every anthophilous (frequenter of flowers) loves an April, I slump sad to know the frailty of such things, and to know that within every pistil, stamen, o...