Pang (a poem about preaching)

Pang* What can sustain us through the Winter? Cans of green beans, I guess, creak-creak opened by weary pastors with their key-to-scripture can openers, limp calories forked onto our plates by servers like ourselves who’ve long since forgotten there’s any such thing as local produce— any such thing as tureens of slow-cooked winter stew mindfully prepared; fresh-baked bread, warm, broken, […]

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