Speechless Words need to be said yet since birth I have had a dog’s collar wound tight around my neck, choking each syllable into a cough, sigh or gasp unable to say the word – love. Thus my churning intestines are tightly bound round, twisting my innards out, where there were no words, only sighs, …

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After Life After god walked away We stopped killing each other. We no longer hid behind thick hanging tapestries full of archaic blood stained theologies. We adorned ourselves with tie-dye kilts, dresses, skirts and shirts. We made love under southern black walnut trees and thundering skies while we worshipped the being of each other. © …

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