Mud Pi


Thrill my eyes with mud fresh path, tree fallen, daffodil known to slug banana and branch light golden. Spear my ears with surf pound, new creek gargle and cormorant squawk. Let my feet find mint

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Egg Hunt


Awake, a grave refuses permanence. Wide eyed lily witness, scent to a blind world. Now the Blood spilled is the Blood welling up in forgiveness. Spared despair, we crack eggs in a bowl and wait, as

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