Pilgrim, Saint, Sun, Earth

[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"] Source: Flammarion Woodcut   When I was 21 I took a pilgrimage I walked 100 miles through northern Spain to see the remains of a Saint But when I got there [...]

2019-10-05T16:57:58-08:00December 31st, 2015|Poetry|
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Childhood Photograph

[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"] Source: Joseph Nicéphore Niépce, View from the Window at Le Gras I took out some pictures from my parents photo album I didn’t do it in secret but I didn’t ask [...]

2019-10-05T16:57:58-08:00December 22nd, 2015|Poetry|
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Justice is Empty

[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"] Source: EmptyARTJustice I was in the car with my dad, he was taking me to soccer practice. He asked me if I would pass the ball to this kid named Alan, [...]

2019-10-05T16:57:58-08:00December 19th, 2015|Poetry|
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A young man named Pan

[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"] Source: Sharon Kopriva, Riding the Pisces Moon   A young man named Pan who was from an unpopular part of the country was taking part in a class which was prone [...]

2019-10-05T16:57:58-08:00May 14th, 2015|Poetry|
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