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Wednesday, September 24, 2014. So many days, oh so many days. Where do I put them? I am like waves crashing. And decomposing into droplets. I long to be collected and formed again. And you are a rock. Placed where the sky and ocean. I have beat against you. Like the wings of an albatross. Until your color changed. From gray to pink to green. Smooth and slippery with algae. I have stolen your shape. And portioned it out to the sea. I have churned you to sand. Oh, so many movements. I am tired. In the shad...

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014. So many days, oh so many days. Where do I put them? I am like waves crashing. And decomposing into droplets. I long to be collected and formed again. And you are a rock. Placed where the sky and ocean. I have beat against you. Like the wings of an albatross. Until your color changed. From gray to pink to green. Smooth and slippery with algae. I have stolen your shape. And portioned it out to the sea. I have churned you to sand. Oh, so many movements. I am tired. In the shad...
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014. So many days, oh so many days. Where do I put them? I am like waves crashing. And decomposing into droplets. I long to be collected and formed again. And you are a rock. Placed where the sky and ocean. I have beat against you. Like the wings of an albatross. Until your color changed. From gray to pink to green. Smooth and slippery with algae. I have stolen your shape. And portioned it out to the sea. I have churned you to sand. Oh, so many movements. I am tired. In the shad...

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The Palace Flophouse: November 2010

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Thursday, November 25, 2010. I'll Take the Artichoke Penne with a Side of Christ. I've been catching myself having more and more conversations about faith recently. And I'm not talking about witnessing-to-the-woman-in-the-checkout-line conversations. Actually, I'm not even talking about conversations about MY faith. Just faith in general. Why do I use catch phrases recently? Friday, November 05, 2010. Today a wisp of fog. Blew across jackknife mountain. Like the memory of your hair. Today a loon mourned.

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The Palace Flophouse: September 2014

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014. So many days, oh so many days. Where do I put them? I am like waves crashing. And decomposing into droplets. I long to be collected and formed again. And you are a rock. Placed where the sky and ocean. I have beat against you. Like the wings of an albatross. Until your color changed. From gray to pink to green. Smooth and slippery with algae. I have stolen your shape. And portioned it out to the sea. I have churned you to sand. Oh, so many movements. I am tired.

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The Palace Flophouse: April 2013

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Sunday, April 28, 2013. Letters Unknowingly to God. I reach to hold you. Between the tangled vines of this dark canopy. I have crossed many borders. In search of the great fire. Whose smoke I have tasted in all things. In a dry country I dig for you like water. Raking sand through stiff fingers. With my mouth I soak you from deep pits. Still I am thirsty. Am I not the singularity? Are you not the many? The prophets scattered you among nations. Smeared you across the sky. And while I try to construct you.

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The Palace Flophouse: So Many Days

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014. So many days, oh so many days. Where do I put them? I am like waves crashing. And decomposing into droplets. I long to be collected and formed again. And you are a rock. Placed where the sky and ocean. I have beat against you. Like the wings of an albatross. Until your color changed. From gray to pink to green. Smooth and slippery with algae. I have stolen your shape. And portioned it out to the sea. I have churned you to sand. Oh, so many movements. I am tired.

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The Palace Flophouse: On Suffering

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Monday, March 18, 2013. Many of the most urgent questions that we will ever ask are on the topic of human suffering. When I consider suffering, I recollect a handful of images from my own life. 1 Pushing a needle through the lip of a six-year old girl to stitch her wound closed. Not a whimper. Not a flinch. 2 My ankle grasped firmly by a leper in Kathmandu. Her eyes looked for solutions. Expected none. In each case, however, there was something else. Something beyond suffering. Beyond ecstasy for...All o...

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014. So many days, oh so many days. Where do I put them? I am like waves crashing. And decomposing into droplets. I long to be collected and formed again. And you are a rock. Placed where the sky and ocean. I have beat against you. Like the wings of an albatross. Until your color changed. From gray to pink to green. Smooth and slippery with algae. I have stolen your shape. And portioned it out to the sea. I have churned you to sand. Oh, so many movements. I am tired. In the shad...

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