Framing Hiroshima within Easter
I am at the Peace Memorial Museum in Hiroshima, it is Passion week, Easter has closed in. I am in front of an exhibit. Behind glass upon a circular stand is wha...
I am at the Peace Memorial Museum in Hiroshima, it is Passion week, Easter has closed in. I am in front of an exhibit. Behind glass upon a circular stand is wha...
It is not inevitable that a mind perpetually primed by fear and fueled by the adrenaline of war finally comes to the end of itself and plunges into a deed unima...
Oh do not ask me who I am, for I would forget. What I dare not remember, Running from my memory with tired legs, With His mercy like an unclaimed mongrel, Follo...
Assuredly, those who move among us unseen, who slide blindly by mirrors and see each other as wisps of smoke, inadvertently riffling curtains, accidentally star...