Altar of the World
The altar of the world takes our sacrifice, each generation stacked like kindling on the stone slab, struck by lightning afire and burning. Signal in
November 26, 2014
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The altar of the world takes our sacrifice, each generation stacked like kindling on the stone slab, struck by lightning afire and burning. Signal in
The color green in morning light, black wings against blue sky, leaves burned gold with the shock of a photograph. Her body rises through concrete,
The branches are bare after the scouring wind, just a few strays left against the blue sky in the slant of sunlight after the long
Ireland, 1874 “We want you to marry us Father.” What cheek the priest thought sitting there with a baby in her lap, asking me to