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The Secret Undertown Ministry

Once upon a time, although since as a dimension, time is a relatively unstable paradigm and cannot often be trusted to remain in the tense that one would expect, in a land far, far away [and distance too would seem … Continue reading

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Question Posted to the Ishmael Community

Posted this evening to the Ishmael Community, a web community devoted to the principles set forth by Daniel Quinn in his books Ishmael, The Story of B, and Beyond Civilization, among others: My question is the result of a conversation … Continue reading

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God is a Lonely Whore

I am so in love although I have never seen; my eyes are full of things my heart denies me: colored visions wrought in the language of amour, the word made flesh in the weak metaphor of wretched, babbling men … Continue reading

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A Different Kind of Shore

When one looks out past the breaking waves at ocean’s end those across the sea seem much less remote connected by this expanse of constant movement. Away from the sea In a great endless valley, peering at the edge of … Continue reading

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The Parable of the Mustard Seed

PONTIUS: “Against you, I have great legions arrayed. Your brothers even call out for your death; yet you smile and do not waste your breath with pleading, or seem in the least dismayed. I hold the power to end your … Continue reading

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The Parable of the Sower

Sometimes, I think that I have borne a lot of resentment, and fought against the world believing to lead with your fist uncurled meant weakness, and what you deserved, you got. I lived as if my troubles were the most … Continue reading

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Speaking in Parables

Sometimes it seems that words are so inadequate to describe the true nature of things. As a poet, I find that lack of expressive ability most trying – particularly when what is being described is seen, but not so much … Continue reading

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