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When Lucifer forgot his line, it was white- haired Eve who whispered it to him: she, his sister, blessed with foresight, impatient to...

Read the English translation here. “O Nosso Cão Stromberg” by César Augusto Medina Fortes Eu desde sempre gostei de cães. Em 1983, meu...

Read the original Portuguese version here. “Our Dog, Stromberg” by César Augusto Medina Fortes translated by Katherine Cowley I have...

Divinity flows through my fingertips, practiced precepts slip from my lips, I lean back into my mother’s grip let heaven part my hair ...

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In the spring of 2020, all the temples were closed. A few days later, my grandma showed up in my living room. Which wouldn’t have been so...

Our god has slept, though somewhat fitfully, for a few days. Maybe weeks. How we long for the promised return, preferably stronger...

I don’t know why they’ve asked someone else to play the organ. I’ve been playing the organ in this ward for forty-eight years. When I...

A scientific inquiry in three poetic studies Study I: Job And the Lord answered Job from the whirlwind . . . Job 38:1 When at last God...