The Red-Lettered Gospel of a Homeless Poet

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Seattle’s evening rush hour traffic had finally eased off. An all-day rain had soaked the city silver. A man wearing a bear pelt cape called out as I exited Seattle’s Grand Hyatt Hotel. “Hey Miss!” Unsure who he was speaking to, I turned and faced him. Ratty dark hair hung in shoulder-length dreads.  He wore [Read More...]

Little Dark Eye

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  His mother was sleeping, oh so briefly, as new moms do. I reached for the iPhone and clicked open Pandora. My daughter told me later she thought I chose the song, but I didn’t. It came up randomly, the first song Sullivan would hear outside the womb. It happened to be the hymn performed [Read More...]


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