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One Man's "White Trash"…
you wear ripped sweatpants and a stained looney tunes t-shirt matching the stained faces of your sleepy toddlers you drag to wal-mart at 11 pm to buy wonder bread and mayo and check the ATM to find the current “man of the house” drained your account on beer again you, at least, can balance the… Continue reading
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Wishes of simplicity
I wish I had words to tell how the light filters through the tree branches, or how quickly my anchored soul takes flight from this acknowledgment. I wish I knew how to capture moments of contentment and store them up like dried lavender, pulling them out when I need the scent of something sweet and… Continue reading
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All Things are Becoming new- a collection of poems
I put together a collection of poems, called “All Things Are Becoming New” It’s 75 pages of hopefully thought provoking and encouraging original poems. Click on the book to read some sample poetry. It’s $10 plus shipping, and about half of that go towards my mission at YWAM To purchase it, click on the link… Continue reading
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I know Nothing of love
In this room, enormous pictures cover white peeling paint. People are crammed on rows of short stools. I look and see black hair, some streaked with white and grey, faces wrinkled with joyful smiles. Red characters hang on the wall, a lit up cross hangs above a mirror, reflecting the small room, making it look… Continue reading
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I've Had it all Wrong
Today I held a child at the orphanage. I wasn’t sure if he was a boy or a girl. His face was contorted and deformed, his eyes were tiny slits, his nose flattened and one nostril looked like it had been ripped open. His mouth was crooked and tiny. His body was the size of… Continue reading
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Brooke Gale LouvieR 