I say I’ll return as a vampire, swirl my cape and morph into a crow, a bat, a storm, a whirlwind, farther from heaven than curse is from prayer and these words are from what I truly believe, but more acceptable to my unchurched friends who only believe in fiction.
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Cup
Mine was empty except for a vague dampness, a condensation, at most a sprinkle, not enough to stick a stamp or wet one’s whistle, a fly could lick it clean and die of thirst, yet I was content to live in the desert and flower each year like prickly pear cactus, my days a series …
Poems by L. N. Allen
Spaces Needed in the 21st Century a space between writing letters and pressing Send between finishing an entrée and ordering dessert between falling in love and having sex between desiring and acquiring between growing older and being old between sitting quietly and praying . . . even better, a double space, an interval, a biblical selah. …