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God/Religion/Spiritualityexpand_moreEven if he lost her he would never disparage her, never not love her.
It was up airly and down late with him, and the loom never standin’ still.
He cannot imagine the shape his life would take without her.
I tell her I’m a woman now, that my boobs just popped in.
The sense of power that flights of temper evoke will betray you.
Five dark shapes loped after the car. Dogs—as far as the eye could see.
I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.
I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.
He handed us sticks of dynamite, rolled in wax paper like taffy.
The face of love is a poem I am writing in an air-conditioned room.
He whispers words that sound as miraculous as the skinned fish of the clouds my father writhed like pentecostal snakes while he drove drunk
He always talked of making money with the air of a connoisseur.
“I mean it, Martín. I won’t marry a man with a bald lip, like a boy.”
Our visions of the world fade like the morning star, lost in the light of day.
It was a Saturday night in November when his diagnosis finally came.
I thought fleetingly he might give it to me, as he knew I wanted it.
Meghan Dunn
Years they sought her, whose crew left on the water a sad Welsh hymn.
“For the entire time I was there I couldn’t get that out of my head.”
He resumed his nightly practice of writing without being able to see.
Joanie’s face was something she’d borrowed from Miró, from Picasso.
I hold on to the shape of a star the way my aunts hold on to Jesus’s gown.
What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.
If mine, then, is a religious Offence, leave it to religious Punishments.
They’d been together an hour, but they were an easy threesome.
“The secret to happiness is not wanting,” Lars told the Buddha.
The local madman’s been here even longer, lying across the sidewalk. It’s no sin, all who hurry past his babble: no word-salad unlocks God.
We see how tired you are as you lean on your rifle or your shovel.
The people flocked to witness the execution of Ja’afar and his kinsmen.
Her sentiments maudlin, malaise dripped like a fever from her pores.
