One psalm.  One life.

Emptiness serves its own purpose.

     On Maundy Thursday morning at 4:00 a.m., the alarm clock sounded, and I dragged myself out of bed to get ready for work.  There would be no need to eat breakfast.  My fellow officers and I would be doing that shortly after breaking from morning line up.  Just a shower and a shave, followed by a quiet and relaxing cup of coffee.  No point in turning on the news either.  I would know soon enough what had occurred overnight in this nation’s seventh-largest city.

...Bound arm
against arm, do you sense
ambrosia'd sweat or the weight of wings
pounding off the air?

An Easter encounter to touch heart and soul.
'This unquiet beauty of wracked passion
steals the splendour of simpler creations
and scourges art and word and song.'

It's amazing how easily memories buried by the years can be resurrected through a stranger's actions.

The story I wrote,
Lies
half-finished in a pile
at the bottom of my drawer
Am I there as well?
hiding somewhere amongst the hieroglyphs

The world needs a lot more patience and tolerance, and one Hawaiian couple was going to make sure it started right in their neighborhood.

MindFlights announces its first poetry contest.

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