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Category Archives: Poetic Prose

Love’s rage

Scrawled on some pages on May 21, 2013 Love rages. It storms about in grief and sorrow, never shying from anger. Love without rage is merely the shallow attraction of gentle seasons. Love does not wither in the face of betrayal, sorrow, grief, rejection. No, love gives full voice to rage, mourning, weeping; love is […]

The gates

He came to those who were his own, but his own did not receive him. They drove him out, outside the gates, exiling him among the sick, the perverted, the disgusting, the damned. And there he made his home. None would have noticed except for the outbursts of life that began to occur in incorrect […]

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