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Learning the Father’s Path By Stephen Kingsnorth

Learning the Father’s Path I hear it from the Sabbath man, a sentiment of holy charm, so squeaky clean, like jet black book, suspended palms,

Lottery A wig for a child. Cruel is life’s lottery. Each day now a gift. Anna J. Ross lives in North Yorkshire and is doing

Infant Planet Spin For now, I am your universe A muted sphere of pulse and hum. My blood and breath and brine you nurse, A

Prelude to the Frost Winter is not coming. Within our embrace, I see only tulips. I feel only the warmth of your skin and the

Theatre of Shade A tall thin pine is swaying in the breeze. That tall shortleaf is swaying in the breeze. It yearns, yearns for a

Sonnet At 8:10 P.M. The effect of perspective, like how the sunset is really A funeral; the lowering of the sun like a blazing Casket,

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