Tag Archives: Lisa Bubert

We Are Hardly Religious

Only in the early morning hours, long before you are awake, do I silently sneak from bed and tip — toe — to the kitchen where I put on a pot of coffee and feed the cat. I lace up … Continue reading

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Keeping Warm

I dreamt that I recited poetry to keep myself dry during the rain. The words fell out of my mouth covering, encapsulating every inch, every pore of my skin and I was safe. I created my own words to keep … Continue reading

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