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His poverty of love betrayed every effort
and he settled for survival-
afraid even of comfort
a man alone in a mind framed by fear.
His death came as could be expected-
outside, nature fallen.
Along his years-
he was loved without knowing how to love,
embraced not knowing how to hold,
home not knowing how to father.
Yet in this moment, in this breath
he is today beloved.
photography courtesy of Sarah Vaughn
The story deep in the marrow of my life betrays the simple touch of air to skin. Blood-spilt memories lay unheard, unknown but pulse with my breath and soul.
The stains of love and hate look the same in me and equally reflect the tragedy of my fears-
and I pray for reconciliation.
Photography courtesy of Ginny Hunt
Smooth and loose inviting touch
not morning’s bite so crisp or cool
but Friday peaceful inside-out.
The sigh, drawn breath… pain and all
embracing life most tender there.
A gaze embalms the heart to flesh,
enmeshed triune incarnate life
smooth and loose inviting touch.
Photography courtesy of Pat Cegan
I have plans to free myself of life’s in-betweens.
The places where boundaries fade and color each other.
The places where messy edges scatter thoughts and wound intent.
I can’t negotiate these gaps so I plan a get away.
I throw my hands up to free my soul.
The pieces scatter far apart yet I stand alone still tangled.
Photography contributed by “Jeb, Traffic with Elves Fauns and Fairies”