By: Darrah de jour Windows are the soul’s passage-way to the depth of the human spirit, via the eyes. And so, I say goodbye to these shades, and h-e-l-l-o to the alluring man sitting like a Yogi embedded in ancient wisdom undiscovered by immaterial westerners; embedded in materialism. I, myself, am currently embedded in a coffee too weak, and a biscotti too strong. I wonder if the man–now sitting more straight–would think anything was ‘too’…
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By: Darrah de jour I roam the city days and nights. Take the F-train all the way out to the public library, where across the street the slippery muted steps of the church whisper my secrets; back when faith endured me, I sat atop them, perched, ready for an omen. My footfalls are leaving a black trail in the pristine snow, but by tomorrow, no one will notice. The ice will harden into a Van…
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