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In A Place of Longing

Based in part on Augustine’s Enchiridion: In A Place of Longing by Michael Doyle I suppose there’s no sense in prolonging Stating that the gist of life is belonging The rumor has it that its in what we love And … Continue reading

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Blood On Our Hands

Halloween poem #2 – mankind has the worse monsters and is seldom as kind as we might be if only we could. Blood On Our Hands by Michael Romani Our brutalities serve to shape us Though we wish to deny … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: When We Listen, the Air Is Heavy With Poems, Ripe For Plucking

“If we listen, the air is heavy with poems, ripe for plucking.” – Yahia Lababidi, aphorist (b. 25 Sep 1973)    

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