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Dead boys and pretty flowers

If dead boys still became flowers,
every sidewalk in America
would be split with roots.
In Baltimore, Freddie Gray;
in New York City, Eric Harris; 84 more words

Holy Days

Here's the story... of a lovely family...

It’s coming up on a year since I committed myself to Antinoan devotion and the practices of the Ekklesia Antinoou. I’m certain I observed the Serapeia in early April 2014, and in looking at my journal, it appears I paid some attention to the Megala Antinoeia in late March while somewhat half-heartedly observing Holy Week and the Paschal Triduum with the Episcopal Church. 592 more words


It's a feast day and a snow day

So I wrote another poem:

For the Treiskouroi and the Trophimoi

There’s a bunch of teenaged boys running around in my religion–
how did they get here? 262 more words