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New paints, swift strokes, blind hopes, quick breaks, lost cause,faith gone, now found again, true eyes, bright dreams — all these things ground the image in the pausethat the heart takes when the universe screams:I loved tulips in Amsterdam, and… Continue reading

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The grass is greener on the other sideof the call from the depths of true spirit,which means one must repaint our sinner’s hide, turn the penitent’s pelt into lyric:I have pained all day with no brush handywith which to paint out these pangs of pa… Continue reading

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