conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

I cannot think that you don't sound or breathe weep or grieve I will not think that you don't want or ply the cosmos with love or grace seeking us lost...

Tuesday stands alone. Have you noticed? There are the calendars, of course, Constructed from narrative, construed from bibliohistory. These calendars say something of...

If there was a house with three girls in it, It only took three boys to make a dance. You'd see a glimmer where McKeown's once was And follow it till it became a house. But maybe...