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There is a ghost town in W. Todd Kaneko’s heart framed in razor wire and brick lined scars knitted through dirt, blood, and the whispers of lost family and stolen
The following poem may seem like a stretch, but in fact it is a window, an extension of the human condition, as we deal with what appears to be our
I have been living in America for many years. Real and I write the most beautiful works possible Because that’s what makes me happy if we’re always happy. And the
I overheard a conversation today, it began cordial enough with mostly agreements, until one speaker replied, “life was better back then.” I looked at her and thought, for who?
“Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say
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