Day 10 - Shells

A crack like splintering bone, the dust-whiff, like I've blown the age off an old book, and liberated contents emptied, paper skins sticking in my throat.

“I read a book of Rumi’s poems almost seven years ago”

“I read a book of Rumi’s poems almost seven years ago” I think of Rumi’s bird regularly, and have written about it occasionally; the last time I wrote about it, I was fooled.

That Pause of Mercy

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My friend Jesus, final part

YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED OVER THE LAST FEW WEEKS!!!!!!

My friend Jesus, part 4

did not get any sleep that night after watching my friend die on that horrible cross, I have been breaking down in tears lots of times.

my friend jesus part 3

continued story

my friend jesus part 2

part 2 of my fictional story about a fictional teen follower of jesus

My friend Jesus Part 1

a fictional story about one of jesus teen followers

Heavens Garden Gate

a poem about bereavement and grief

My lord, My friend

my poem about jesus christ

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