Blues
It’s when you don’t think–
in the hands of the One.
The church of everything–
it’s in the blues.
It’s when you don’t think–
in the hands of the One.
The church of everything–
it’s in the blues.
We contain multitudes.
Speculative Poetry and Fiction
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a gentleman's thoughts, style and life
WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME
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Laura M Kaminski's poetry practice and links
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
by po'E.T. and the colors of pi
Concordia College ~ Moorhead Minnesota
βAn awake heart is like a sky that pours light.β β Hafiz
words and wonder
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