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Why would anyone ever put me on a pedestal? Have you met me? I don’t belong up there. My flaws are unnumbered, the scars I carry so ugly That sometimes I can’t even look at myself. I am imperfectly human, full of rage At the unfairness of other people’s choices Full of despair at how…
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When he came, I knew he was different than the other healers. Legion was afraid, and he was never afraid. His fear covered me like a sheet, hiding for just a moment all the rationality I had left. But he retreated so far into his own fear that I suddenly was free of him, just…
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What does it say about the church When the nones, the nons and the ex-religious Have better liturgy for lament Than the men and women who stand in pulpits Donning robes and stolls to signify servanthood To a religion that claims to bind the broken But too often breaks the broken In favor of the…
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You’re mine, Dositheus. I can’t get away from them. A multitude inside. Legion invites them and they come. Sometimes I don’t even hear myself screaming because the screaming inside me is so loud. I cut myself to remember that I am me. I wail to remember that I have a voice too. You will never…
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When Judas kissed Jesus Did he feel the cold creep of despair Or hear the ragged breath of the future Whispering all the reasons why His life would never be the same? Did Judas let the kiss carry All the lovingly tender feelings Even as it ripped away the life He and his friends had…
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God bless the laity Whose livelihood is not tied to budgets and attendence Who notice when you’re missing And tell you “you are loved.” God bless the laity Who don’t sit in meetings and make decisions Who recognize that they don’t know everything And tell you “you are loved.” God bless the laity Who are…
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They said it wasn’t a real bad stroke, but it must have been bad enough because Mrs. Mabry didn’t come down to the grocery store after that. But that didn’t mean I never saw her again. Now that I knew where she lived, me and Momma went to go check on her, just like we…
The Quick and the Dead
Short stories. Creative experiments. Ideas that might not pan out.
