Tag Archives: Andrew Zigler

Manna

One time we were alone With friends nearby but far away In mind and body That we couldn’t hear them From the rocks we stood on. You told me that we stood on the faces Of our ancestors, Their noses … Continue reading

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God in the Machine

The hot mirages of the desert are dancing on the jasper sand, leaping over metal carcasses, and breathing the toxic gales that rip through the desolation. It is about thirty minutes until three o’clock, and my digital watch beeps to … Continue reading

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