April

He Waited

In a more naïve and simplistic time, when miniscule pains hovered and cast their shadow large over an otherwise carefree existence, when each imagined injury seemed unending and suggested life would never fulfill a novelistic perfection, I searched for a simple God. God, conceived by me, was an unseeable but conditional being, there in my …

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Don’t Believe

Don’t Believe  …along the roadside of your belief  the advertisers, the marketers,  the profiteers of misdirection,  the snake oil salesman’s pitch.    …on the cobbled row of wise men  those most to be pitied—  the sleepers, doubters, skeptics, naysayers, deniers  or a certain man’s shadowed hanging form.    …on highways of jeering crowds  your bottom line …

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