Song of the Faithful
I wish there were no holidays or feats or festivals.
poetry
Song of the Forsaken
Dare I ask why comes the silence?
Song of the Foundlings
Beyond the world,
If Suddenly I Lost My Sight
If suddenly I lost my sight
The Nightmare
The sky began humming like high-tension wires;
she is occasional
she is occasional
From That Height
From that height the trees were like moss,
Diary of Harry Yammeke: 19 February, 1962
As Christ's practical mother said to him
Poem
Winter's overcoat
Rose before Winter
Strange on Sunday
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