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Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are

Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered

Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit

A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream

Relent is not Repent. Relent is … Oh, OK … yeah. I shouldn’t. Repent is … not that.

(A Eucatastrophe) * Love the words, my friends. Pay attention to the words, I say. Christians don’t die One reason we know this is Jesus

The porch steps were slick with rain this morning, and I realized I knew people whose first reaction to someone slipping on them would not

Poetry’s a sneaky bastard. All the time sidling up to one on false pretenses — ‘It’s just the one’ … ‘We won’t intrude’ — and

Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are

Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered

Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit

A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream