June 2018

The Dove Princess

Once upon a time, a king’s daughter loved dogs as her dearest friends. She had all manner of species about her all the time, and whenever she went for a walk, she always brought at least two with her. She trained the dogs herself along with her brother, who loved them almost as much as she did, and they spent all their free-time with them. One afternoon, the princess decided to train one of the… Read More »The Dove Princess

Burning Crosses

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They think that by burning crosses The crosses will not bear. But I feel the splinters forming I know the weight is there.   How do they not feel? Am I alone in the noticing? Do they think it works – …the cross burning?   Do they think the crosses Are for seeing? Do they think that smoke Is for breathing?   Unseen, unseen I cannot cry out. Silent, so silent A voiceless shout –… Read More »Burning Crosses


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  All is empty and plain. The tabernacle unadorned and the rafters oak and all forlorn.     Oh give me the ancient churches long ago, with their sighing organs and windy towers, but with stained saints and adorned spires.     For here in this lonely, empty, sealed church, I am completely desolate. But there, though spooks and whispers, troubled prayer, I had the plaster saints when I was desperate.