I don’t know your face.
I know the shape of it…
The progressing nature of the path of life
Read MoreOur winter stars shine in adorned
worship when heaven on earth
lies laying
the happy days,
the mellow ways
the lays, the lines
streaming the tree of time
The beautiful and broken body of Christ. (445 words)
Read MoreA new poem by Ben Plunkett. In video form!
Read MoreThe song of a game of global conquest that changed the world of man forever. And maybe even longer than that.
Read MoreA brand new poem!
Read MoreSometimes there are strange things that go down here on this green earth that seem logical at the moment but really aren’t later on. Take the day I found myself.
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