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Palm Sunday

Poem: Brussels Sprouts (Palm Sunday 2016)

By: Chuck Orloski Tilling time, a frail farmer’s pitch fork plunged deeply into dark European soil. Terrified, and to avoid harm, 100 earthworms burrowed to safety. It was never a good time to be a worm, and only one indolent…

Poem: Calvary

By: Pamela Riley I remember the color of your eyes that day we drove to Calvary and how you said my smile could murder the moon. Everything I did that summer was for you – the shells rattling in old cans…