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On the stillbirth of my nephew

The broken child upon the bed, The stains from where his mother bled, The crown of tears wreathed round his head, The ache and fear of faith misled; On bended knee with arms outspread With wordless cries my heart has … Continue reading

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A Three Ghost Night

He is asleep when I find him. A tiny man in a giant bed, pillows tossed around the room. His face, normally full of life and color, is pale white, the skin of a dead man. It takes nothing to … Continue reading

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