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  • Rain

    Many years ago a friend and I: started to rain under a nearby grove of quaking aspen; the rain decided to call it a day and opened the lightning with stripped leaves bark off the trees, leaving a few limbs smouldering… And silence—across our Idaho valley—I love it.The raw power: Voltage! Percussion! Shock and awe!…

  • Spotlight, 1

    And when all of that is said and done— When all of what? That, this whole thing with our being human beings— You mean, how we’ve got ends and beginnings? Yes, but more than that: How right here, in the middle this middle section where things are moving around it but not through it not…

  • Some essay [Walking with Christ]

    Some essay [Walking with Christ]

    I think I may have been looking at the earlier question the wrong way, focusing on “the limits” of Jesus and how I could ever be able to cope with that. The keyword could instead be will. What do I will? What am I willing to do?

  • Kay Sarap Magmahal

    Kay sarap palang magmahalat namnamin ang lamig ng hanginsa mga gabing maliwanag ang buwanat matingkad ang mga anino natin. Kay sarap palang magmahalat damdamin ang mga minutong ‘di nagtatagalYaóng tila usok na initat mala-habambuhay na pagpikit. Kay sarap palang magmahalat pakinggan ang mga salitang ‘di masabi-sabimusikang pampakalmaat nanggaling sa nanginginig na mga labi. Kay sarap…

  • Finding Chai and Time Again

    Finding Chai and Time Again

    I once professed a hatred towards anything that is not plain black coffee but I find myself at this moment absolutely in love with every sip of this drink. It is not the best sort of chai; there is only enough spice for it to be called a chai but I know I have had…

  • Still, dreaming

    Still, dreaming

    Such a world that feels so vivid built up by more truths than falsities All the waking emotions had been reflected All of mine, that is I may have no idea of yours to begin with

  • Night; shade

    Night; shade

    The night is futile, as is any attempt to survive; to sleep is neither Being nor Nothing— Being: unreal, impossible, Truly—

  • On Defining Terms

    The World is full of inhibitions I cannot write the world I see for it cannot be true. My vision is fractured; it is nothing but a piece of glass—nothing is no more. Nothing is no longer natural—to be nothing is sinful here in the World that deceives the truth stares at me observer vis-à-vis…

  • In theory

    We are but storms and it overwhelms me the thought of no fair days and neither rain I want the cold winters and blazing summers the whole spectrum of colour in theory I want to witness it, all from afar; I want to see—this is the expected response, the right answer All I want is…

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