Poetry

STAGES | a poem

I My home is a convent, my family, superiors.My room is a cell, a place of worship, enclosure.My work is a sacrifice, challenge, edification.My heart is a garden, a deep forest in night-time. II I have, but do not own money, respect, comfort. Given by God.Undeserving to exist within myself, demanding passions never fully satisfied.He […]

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Prose

Looking Back – Thoughts on The Past, The Present, The Future

Isn’t it funny how life changes? Nothing is ever, really, still. Atoms, molecules, cells, particles, are all in constant motion. Sometimes so fast we only see the aftermath. Looking backwards is kind of like that. You see the long, winding road from where you came, and you feel the earth beneath your feet, the sun […]

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