The Sun it Heals

Wild Garlic

In the Bleak Midwinter

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We Are Church

The howling wind The hoot of an owl Insist they open their senses Slipping about in the dark Embracing childlike Continue reading →

Communal

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Varnish the Truth

Varnish the truth make all their lies good as new Varnish my soul, remove all the scratches, then back into Continue reading →

Her Heart

She gave him her heart She had found it amongst the loam A seemingly irrelevant discovery He promised to cherish Continue reading →

Her Memory Lies

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/memorize/#like-254102  She could once memorize every species But now her memories live in a box