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I potted the plant

On mommas poem

When we started the war

Into the Danger Zone

They Danced

The scars we carry

On learning new things

On her paintings

The Castle

The choice

On creating midrash

The poems

This, Then, be Sacred

When to plant, the pot.

Acts 10:9-16

The scares, He bore.

On Plato's Cave

On Mr Frodo and Gethsemane.

On Celtic Bishops.

From whence doth it come?

On Being Vulgar ...

On the light of Christ

On the importance of tolerance ..

Does the song remember when?

To still the anger, then be one/won

On the cemetery, at Grants Ward.

On the other, moms

On the importance, of the poetry.

A man and his murse ...

On Mommas, twin sister

On making a baby ...

On the first, broken, family.

J. Golden on thinking for ourselves.

To be grateful, and the anger, be still ...

On their brokenness

The church, universal, nourished, in the wilderness

Elousia, In her womb ..

On the Bastardization of English by the vulgar folk ...

The drink, ... with a friend.

On the power of myth.

When she, was part, of him ...

To'be less, is more. ver 2.0

it is a twilight

This, new feeling, so long ago.

To be, less is more.

The choice, She made.

Still, know I not.

The Talent, To cultivate.

Still know, I not then

The Tau, of Stev,

The circumcision

To heal, a broken soul

The drive, to rescue, a soul.

This then to be grateful.

To return, to luv, and youth.

She, who bore, the children

This daughter of Eve.

This then the Miracle

This then pot, the plant

She closed her heart

Luv, being a verb

The scars, they shared.

To peer into his soul.

A near miss, and a shared loss.

A near miss, and a shared loss.

A longing for Joy

Still, the question.

much ado about no'thing

Between, the storms

on Hosea and Gomer ver 2.0