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  • Praise the Light of Late October So soon we have reached the cusp of October where we trade in our apples and peonies for pumpkins and sweet alyssum. The outstretched

  • essay on boat  in the oval of St. John's Chapel. in the dome of his visions; in the form of ship or skew,  the times come. the virgins have been

  • My Roommate Translated during Just Cause—lying on his bed, the darkness, telling me he had to talk, and I said to talk then and the crickets were gone and the

  • Gratitude for What we have become                              After Sanam Sheriff For time & space whittled down to water  beneath our tender feet shaped into a paddling mechanism of movement and our

  • "I do not know if hurt is my birthright"— Jason B. Crawford knuckle withholds an English suffering,  clenched in fierce strain. my unsheathed hands, hurled spacelike,  knifing a worship. there