(IN SEARCH OF BLISS)
In search of bliss.
Unexpected scenes are seen.
Some scenes that had us pleased,
And some that our memories doesn't want to fixed.
my sin is like
but grace is like
a seaward sky
benign and pliable
so that I become
a calm clean river.
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God Doesn’t Make Sense
God doesn’t make sense
Who is he that honors is words than his name
Yet, his words a spell to cast
We are delighted to announce we will be publishing these 10 chapbooks in the 2020 Parousia Christian Poetry Chapbook Series! The frst...
When the clock rang by 5pm, I knew she was almost home. She is never late to work in the morning so she shouldn’t...
I am scared to write new words
I am scared to write new, delicate words
Which pounce the young ones of this generation.
Imagine if I were...