The (Former) Pentecostal Church, Montmorenci Falls

It stood on a mound, prepossessing in its own right,
But the height of the grim, unadorned steeple
And the tableau it cast when storms would roll in
From the cold gray waters of Lake Erie Continue reading “The (Former) Pentecostal Church, Montmorenci Falls”

In Which An Occasional Agnostic And Frequent Drunk Muses On The Ravings Of An Atheistic Fellow Drunk

The saving grace of unconventional beliefs
Is that they are usually held closely to one’s chest,
Like a poker hand whose possessor
Cannot determine if it is advisable to bluff
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