I don’t know what day of the week it is these days. Really. So here’s a For Real? Tuesday entry…on Wednesday.
It’s Poetry Month. I don’t know how many times poetry has seen me, sung, to me, saved me. The psalms, dirges, laments, and rants give language to praise and pain where prose falls short. There’s a sacred…
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