Poetry: Sinner and Saint
Someone since has sinned – Who’s a saint, Who’s a sane man. Shouting profanities at his...
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Poetry: The Veil
I am a veil, A sheath of newness and despair, A film of shadow and of light, A cover not quite...
Poetry: How Long Will I Run?
‘Til tide’s edge touches sand Or beyond it, ankle-deep? Will it roll in Or ebb out? Will it slap...
Poetry: Pocketful of Glass
Stuck my hand into A pocketful of glass Smoothed by the sand Dulled by the sea. They fail to...
What They Fear
This article was originally published on Medium. Re-published with permission from the author....
Love, Loss, and What I Won’t Wear to My Funeral
Originally posted on Liya Khenkin blog, posted with permission from Liya’s husband,...
