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Creative Nonfiction: House
When wood learns to suffer, and to dream as people do, it shall henceforth be called Home. Few things define class and identity more than...
Creative Nonfiction: Bird on a Wire
Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free. —Leonard Cohen A 73-year old man is visited...
Essay Collection: The Book of Bread
There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread. ― Mahatma Gandhi In this collection...
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