The sermon for Sept. 11, 2002 is: brave men who caught and sang the sun in flight
5:45 a.m. Now is no time to be cynical. To think of how you think, or how you will be perceived, if you wear a flag pin or think of praying. Not now. It's not about you. Surrender to the gesture, and be there and be present with your neighbour and your enemy in this mourning.
A moment of silence.
the Funny Show
agriculture poem
my life in the ghost of Bush
time-lapsed (part 1)
unreconciled
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