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Have you ever laid in the dirt?
A poem for All Saints’ Day about the Beatitudes, the spirit of God, and what it means to be alive in this moment.
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Learning to Meditate
As Reggie focused on his breath, drawing his lungs full, he was reminded of balloons.
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Fair Play
You’re never the big winner. That’s Brett. He always wins. You watch as he deals the cards. He must be really good. Relatively speaking though, you’re not half bad. Your pile of chips is modest (it always seems to be). In the end, you’re pretty used to walking away with a little more than you…
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The Trouble with Easter
THE TROUBLE WITH EASTER You have to admit that Easter kind of sucks. Don’t get me wrong, the resurrection is great and everything and I love those cream eggs but next to Lent, this season is all treble and no bass. We spent 40+ days holding back praying and abstaining contemplating the persistent darkness and…
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So This is Where We Are
SO THIS IS WHERE WE ARE Teenage survivors speak out. The media follows the story. Some grown-ups pass pictures of the teens with targets on their chests. An adult talk show host teases a teen for not getting into all the schools. Calls come for advertisers to pull ads from her show. Some don’t. One…
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Closing in on Justice
CLOSING IN ON JUSTICE The frustrating case of justice delayed, excuses made to slow the pace like cars in both lanes going 15 mph. Never passing, never making room. You imagine my outrage is an isolated incident and you, the right to slow my roll. Adversaries illustrated in India ink —black and white our only…
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Mr. Market’s Magic Emporium
MR. MARKET’S MAGIC EMPORIUM Welcome to Mr. Market’s Magic Emporium! Come learn how unwatched capitalists always do the right thing and his invisible hands turn your selfishness into personal wealth! At Mr. Market’s Magic Emporium, life is good! If you can afford armed guards and fund patrolled private schools, never mind the self-appointed guards at…
