Souls with Skin

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  • Mud Pies

    Mud Pies

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    by

    Robin Klebba
    in ,

    When God sat downTo play with dirt,Imagination open-mouth kissed reality.Thus, clay was dusted offAnd named​Yet full completion didn’t comeUntil the entrance of anotherThe second-one​For years I believedHer second formed birth orderMade her just so:SecondaryMade from man and for man​Ah, there was a realmWhere Eve placed firstRecognized for disqualificationWearing a crown of deceitLips apple red​Thus, the…

  • Fixed

    Fixed

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    by

    Robin Klebba
    in ,

    FixedBut not likeSomething that’s broken and needs healingOr repair(Although that’s true)But likeImmovable and constantHow I can never flee Your presenceTo east or west, sea depths or sky heightsBecause I’m fixedIn Your mind, holding Your attentionOut of love, not judgementOr disappointmentI’m fixedBecause You areRelentlessly with while also coming forFirmly plantedSo that I might also beTree tops…