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by Desi Ana Sartini | Poetry | Cut off from all I once was, sap bleeding from my open wound, the life drains out of me drop by drop—the dry and dreary road to the Gardener’s fire.

by Dabney Baldridge  | Poetry | King of kings, Lord of lords, on a cross hangs, his crown thorns, his body broken, he takes his last breathe, his spirit pours in blood and water, it is A total eclipse, finished

By Michael Shoemaker | Poetry | I went to my neighbor’s to invite them to Easter services and found this new sign