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Lesley-Anne Evans

Lament of Water

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Snow again this morning after several days of deep freeze. Slow flakes freed from heaven lay down at earth’s feet. So much emptying.     I would love to live…

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Come, come again

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When the sun is book-ended by cloud and the kitchen lights are lit by 3, when long-term plans are no longer relevant after darkness falls, when the evening hours outlast…

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Sub Zero

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The fridge trickles and pops, the ice maker oblivious to the deep freeze outside, and our growing thirst  for wine, and flames. The lake is thick skinned with ice. Like…

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A Slight Shift

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I am grateful for the way God allows me time and space to come to my own inconclusive conclusions, mess through my own muck (self created and a product of…

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Enough

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You carry conclusive statements like you know the end from the beginning, have the verdict from the judge, the presiding member of an end-times jury. You call it child abuse,…

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Heraldry

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Unfurl for the freaks and fresh-from-the-ward whack jobs, for processions of prostitutes, parades of the screwed up. Raise high for unrighteous addicts, and pregnant unwed, for the last that are…

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Blessed be

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Blessed be the unwashed bag lady, shopping cart stacked with tainted treasure, for she will have her basic needs met. Blessed be the man standing outside Great Canadian Superstore, hands…

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Wild God

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Crack me through, wild God, break preconceptions, reset bent bones to walk straight. Take ugliness, shimmer it metallic, sculpt broken bits, tattoo indelible this body temple of great price. Press…

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Edge

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Take the path up through the stinking mud and tufted grass barely rooted in barren. Keep on up to the cliff top, lean into the wind, tears pulled from your…

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