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Faith crisis poetry

Hack

  1. I once looked up from where I sat and saw my shelf seemed odd.
  2. I cocked me head and looked perplexed, quite sure somehow it’s flawed.
  3. I stood, stepped close, inspected it, noticed the smallest crack.
  4. Got my duct tape, tore off a piece, and fixed it like a hack.
  5. I went to sail the ocean blue upon the zion ship.
  6. I packed my bags and bought my pass, excited for the trip.
  7. The gangplank down, about to board, I noticed rust astern.
  8. I got some paint, and patched it up, and settled all concern.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 5 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I recently finished writing a book debunking several capitalism myths. My newest book writing project is on the labour history of Lethbridge.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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