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Burial
I’ve held in my hands a thousand pretty deities and all the ugly ones Turned them over, inspected them for authenticity crushed their life out, saved my breath for my own resuscitation Buried them under mounds of ash from old deposit slips and torn-off clothing (the buttons, when they burn are worn out tires) and…
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Two Babies are Rescued After Being Lost at Sea Because of Parents’ Prejudice
I just covered this story for the web site Liberal America. Sean and Hannah Gastonguay have “moral” objections to abortion and homosexuality, but see nothing wrong with tossing their two babies into a small boat and heading out across the Pacific Ocean, with no apparent navigational skills and scant provisions. Why? They were trying to…
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church.
you- face pressed against the breast of your oppressor blind eyes rotting out melt beneath your lids, the muscles atrophied from lack of use your voice gone hoarse from screaming absolution fear salvation -draw your strength from narcissistic weakness codependent you are mental patients not parishioners. drink from the cup of the pure blood dripping,…
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command.
and then there’s this conversely bleak grey screens flashing disco balls of whatthefuck screaming buy me feel me hear me fuck me leashed together, shackled minds stay in step don’t fall out let the great ones take you down the path to everything is a-ok wash your feet in the bloody lamb, facing east and…
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blind.
you, when looking up at your great blue sky universe full of gifts- patriarch of all of us staring back in disbelief- spirits out there, guiding you- muscle-bared, red-burnt skin steering you, malicious into the path of wrong you, when looking up find grace in things that are not there and absolution by simple virtue…
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evangelism
I was looking through some old stuff, and came across this. I don’t usually like what I write, but I like this one. It’s a little less vitriolic than you’ve come to expect from me on this topic, I think. Anyway, here it is… I hope you like it. Evangelism if you were small and…
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Hypocrite
This time of year tends to bring out the holier-than-thou in a lot of religious folks; I’m fortunate that I don’t experience it much within my own circle of cherished people, but it’s definitely out there and I see enough of it that it makes me kind of ill. I used to write a lot…
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