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Daily Archives: April 13, 2016
Absolution
I confessed my darkest deeds to an envious man. – Alanis Morissette, Forgiven . Bless me, Father time. For I have skinned my own heart, rendered it raw with whim and wanting. Forgive me, Mother earth, for bruising your … Continue reading
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Tagged Alanis, confession, confessional, garden with toads prompts, if walls could talk, Mother Earth, penance, Toads
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Cookie Prophecies for the Zombie Apocalypse
.. Confusion say: when it all cracks open, crum -bled beneath our feet, there is one thing that will ever be true: you don’t have to outrun the cannibal. You need only outrun the friend r u n n i … Continue reading
Last Rites
.. We didn’t actually know he was dying. Had we known, somebody might have read something. None of that Dómine Sancte stuff, or whatever. He would have hated that. Maybe the good doctor (Seuss). Or Seamus Heaney. Or something from … Continue reading