A Christmas story

This undocumented god

seeks asylum in my heart.

I fuss up some papers,

run out the back

and leave the heart to him.

	Catherine Arcolio on Cloud of unknowing
	JCL on Keep it simple
	JCL on Re. Lent
	JCL on Storm at sea
	JCL on A single moment in a single…

	Catherine Arcolio on Cloud of unknowing
	JCL on Keep it simple
	JCL on Re. Lent
	JCL on Storm at sea
	JCL on A single moment in a single…

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