There is a hawk within me that oft must kill to live. What part of God is this? While the status of the human as prime and proper predator is self evident, I cannot help but fret upon the question of the kill itself. Am I the dainty savage with her pinky raised while pecking […]
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The child sang free in early years of fading radiance until she learned of ashes and drear of inner substance. This is the great satan we call the use of shame. We glory in our lurching constrictions and holy ordinances, all for fear of life, all for fear of life. What is this mark we […]
Well, the wind has done its work. I stood incredulous at the gaping wounds in the fortress and the fence, irked with penetrating questions that had no answers like how does a wood shard fly straight through a wall? Why would one fence panel just fall over whole and another explode into five hundred fragments? […]