Poetry: “Prayer” by Charles Rammelkamp
Prayer I don’t believe in God, but when I return home from work, the streets deserted, the sun a fond memory, I always take the shortcut, from the train station, down the dark narrow alley where rats scuttle by piles of garbage, their red eyes glowing like matchheads, the sky a tiny slice between tall […]
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