“ Be light made, and it was made.” — Gen. 1:3, Douay-Rheims Translation But we begin in the most literal dark, our faces not lit, for once, and not blued by the flickers of phones. Mere and deep unsleeping where I am alone, and you are too far from me, though right here. Hush, loves. […]
[From the Archive] Christmas Crow
A Christmastime poem by David Wright
A Christmastime poem by David Wright
Joy to the World and to You, Brother, in the Checkout Lane at Target, Christmas Eve
A poem by David Wright
Jesus Feeds the 5000 Using Various Cutting Edge Recipes from 1950s Magazines
A poem by David Wright
A poem by David Wright
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