Autumn
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The Beauty of Past Tense
Today yellow leaves drift downward and scatter upon the parking lot outside my window. I read a few sentences of words the God-man said once, words he still says, over and over. “Take heart, for I have overcome the world.” “Have overcome.” Not, “Will overcome.” Never has past tense felt so comforting. Never have words been Continue reading
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The Madness Of Celebrating Death
I walk, as I do, before the sun goes to bed it happens early these days despite it being hot enough to sweat I sit on a hill facing some trees I pick up a leaf dead and nearly colorless and crinkle it in my fingers I laugh for no reason other than life being Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 