Author: Simona A. Brinson
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When Love Goes Quiet We sleep in the same bed like strangerssharing a bus ride—eyes forward, hands careful not to touch.Your breath is weather I no longer feel,warm air passing over glass.Conversation clinks like dishes stacked wrong,too loud, too thin,every word chipped at the edge.I taste distance in my coffee,bitter, cooling before I remember to…
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by Tiffany Dufu They smile when they want to scream.They sing when they want to cry.They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervousThey fight for what they believe in.They stand up for injustice.They don’t take “no” for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.They go without new shoes…
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The Forest and I The forest and I know each other very well. It has learned the sound of my footsteps and when to go quiet for me. I have learned how its light changes before rain, how the air thickens when it wants to speak. We recognize each other without names.I have given it…
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-by Cædmon Nu sculon herigeanNow we must praiseheofonrices weardheaven-kingdom’s Guardian,meotodes meahtethe Measurer’s mightand his modgeþancand his mind-plans,weorc wuldor-fæderthe work of the Glory-Father,swa he wundra gehwæswhen he of wonders of every one,ece drihteneternal Lord,or onstealdethe beginning established.He ærest sceopHe first createdielda bearnumfor men’s sonsheofon to hrofeheaven as a roof,halig scyppendholy Creator;ða middangeardthen middle-earthmoncynnes Weardmankind’s Guardian,ece drihteneternal…
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Hear Me? God, can you hear me?Are you counting my tears,do you know my heart—the weight it carries in silence?Can you feel my fearswhen sorrow settles heavy,when I am weary, my soultattered and torn?Do you hear my crywhen words abandon me,when the depths of my distresshave no name?I reach for youon unbended knees,offering what I…
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