Category: Herman de Jong
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Sunday Morning
Read More: Sunday Morningsit still! how could i have sat still when all the colours of the rainbow quite unexpectedly began to wiggle through the church?
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~ Marriage Bed
Read More: ~ Marriage BedFor a moment I thought I could reach out to you, but already you have turned your back to me
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Johan
Read More: Johanlast night who pops up in my head? johan slender little johan i wish we had grown up together
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~ Heave-Ho
Read More: ~ Heave-Hosnow on ground snow on trees but darkness deep in my being darkness, devil darkness thoughts heavy heave-ho
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Prison of Depression
Read More: Prison of DepressionI cannot pray, my Lord, I cannot pray… I locked the door to you and cannot find the key to open it.
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~ The Choirboy
Read More: ~ The ChoirboyA shock of black hair, too wild for a WASP church. I wondered how he got mixed up with the aging parishioners of this Anglican cathedral
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~ Depression 2
Read More: ~ Depression 2A bridge, a railroad bridge high above the water of a dark, fast-fleeting river. I plunge. A knife
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November
Read More: NovemberThe road between Orangeville and Listowel stretched ahead of me, endlessly. A fine drizzle obscured
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Opa Dekker
Read More: Opa DekkerTranslations from the Dutch Originals (Stories marked with a ~ are not yet available) Opa Dekker Stories
