Writing
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There is a kind of wind that blows during certain days of the year and it's almost as if it knows how to stir up our deepest fears. more»
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If only I were an artist I would paint portraits of you lying on your side in bed... more»
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'Tis easy, is it not, to allow those who walk halls of power... more»
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Focussed was I, on the pain of fiery rage I lost sight of fire's beauty... more»
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High classical trees that cool people who visit the science museum of Benjamin Franklin in the summer season and who loll on the grass with homeless people like lionesses while grand children play on the swans and the giant First Nation people at Logan Circle more»
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John's Gospel is famously unique for its seemingly 'loose' treatment of history.... more»
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A visitor from New Zealand comes to call and eggs are cooked on a makeshift stove... more»
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Heart song rises as landscape shifts and changes at each turn of the road... more»
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I see her now, inched to the edge of her bed: duvet down, pink flanellette sheets giving up the ghost of her warmth. more»
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Minds cannot comprehend; Truth is veiled in paradox. more»