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Abby Prior
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Sep 5, 2021

City

I dreamed the sun was too bright And hiding in darkness I could not see. Are we the blind leading the blind? Or does some divine light illumine you Which I miss in myself? How can a person be familiar who you have never met Or homelike who you have…

City Living

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City
City
City Living

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Jul 31, 2021

Anastasia

You like me are two people, Tender and bitter. I watch on your face both softness and defense. Is all sin defense? Does goodness consist of being laid bare Of…

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Jun 28, 2021

New Orleans: Reflections on the Crescent City

My introduction to New Orleans was its dead. My mom and I had found an independent walking tour of the city’s Garden District online, which began with the cemetery, since, I suppose, it is important, and at the end it would have been disheartening and in the middle out of…

New Orleans

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New Orleans: Reflections on the Crescent City
New Orleans: Reflections on the Crescent City
New Orleans

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Jun 19, 2021

Weep and Rejoice

I have been to the edge and back, to the edge where everything falls apart and drops into nothingness, departs into the abyss. It is this edge which keeps me convinced I want to live. …

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Jun 16, 2021

Benediction

Setting sun Most beautiful before it departs You were glorious Before saying goodnight The benediction you gave Before darkness came. In trials we cannot see. Only through flames Which destroy…

Sun

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Sun

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May 25, 2021

Stars

You hide your face, You bought with precious crimson Flowing from merciful side, You costly stone of azure, Cold and distant as the stars. Where do you lead me? You specks of luminance Circling in ebony folds of night. Where the stars are it is always night. She rises for prayer each midnight hour But instead beholds only your face, You who were hidden before Now appear unwanted. It was the spirit who broods over,

Stars

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Stars

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May 24, 2021

Briefly on Baker

My initiation into Chet Baker was while babysitting for a high school teacher; he left an Italian movies soundtrack spinning on his record player when he left. Although that was the night I began to love Chet, I had heard of him before — a name written on a paper…

Jazz

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Jazz

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May 15, 2021

Undead Speech

Sleep winds its tortuous way Difficult to find. Are there pools of water here? Tell me, my dear, is this an illusion or a lake Or perhaps the Jordan With the Promised Land on opposite banks. Did I imagine being so close to drawing in its waters? They say death…

Mental Illness

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Undead Speech
Undead Speech
Mental Illness

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Abby Prior

Abby Prior

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Orthodox Christian, writer and poet

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