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Lament for Ukraine

pieces lay scattered souls shattered like a Picasso painting all crooked and wrong and bile rises in the throat, a silent scream. someone make it stop. where is the God of Abraham and Isaac now? can He not hear the weeping louder now than Ramah? can He not see the river Dnieper, crimson and gapingContinue reading “Lament for Ukraine”

Quarantine journals: April 18

I stopped putting a tally in this space. All numbers do is smear and blur the pain and fear. All numbers do is feed the enemy’s lie that it has the power. Today I took my dog on a long walk in the woods. Deliberately, of course. And just to see if there’s any marrowContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 18”

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