Tag Archives: Jonathan Dick

Waffle House Theology

Mother won’t you gather won’t you gather your children Sing us your sad sad songs from the American prayerie Fold our sheets in directions to those childhood bedrests where The sidewalk never ends and our Christ never rots When Isaac … Continue reading

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At the Mouth of the Tombigbee

They buried my mother in Technicolor when the winds burnt the ash from our fingers                                     and no one remembered s h e was buried upright in the cavalry sanctuary near the goldfish tourniquets and the Labrador cannons But you said…you … Continue reading

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