Echoes

Echoes

Recent Posts Echoes Priestess Rosary Confession Poetic Intuition Search for: Echoes I burn to heal, discover, and create.I burn to grey ash, to sticky dust, to gritty sediment.I burn all that I am not.It sinks into the mud.It mucks the bottom.It shrivels to...
Priestess

Priestess

Recent Posts Priestess Rosary Confession Poetic Intuition The Hymen’s Tale Search for: Priestess   A lifetime ago, I was invited to “preach” at an Episcopalian Sunday service in Parkersburg, West Virginia, the homeland of my heart. That honor was not available...
Rosary

Rosary

Recent Posts Priestess Rosary Confession Poetic Intuition The Hymen’s Tale Search for: Rosary “Ask my family to say the rosary for me, Lin, please,” Grandpa Jim said. My father-in-law’s voice, warmed by a slight Kentucky drawl, a remnant of his birthplace, was...
Confession

Confession

Recent Posts Priestess Rosary Confession Poetic Intuition The Hymen’s Tale Search for: Confession   “When you approach the confessional, know this… I am only hidden by the priest, but I myself act in your soul. Here the misery of the soul meets the God of...
Poetic Intuition

Poetic Intuition

Recent Posts Priestess Rosary Confession Poetic Intuition The Hymen’s Tale Search for: Poetic Intuition Intuition is as right as rain.  When it comes to intuition, I’d like it to rain cats and dogs every day.  I’d think the sky was falling if I couldn’t sense...

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