Factory Town

Factory Town is like a lot of other places. It has a day. It has a night. Sometimes it rains. Sometimes it shines. It gets hot. It gets cold. People move in. People move out. Business can boom. Business can die. You can get hired. You can get fired. People get born. People get dead. People remember. People forget. Souls are saved. Souls are lost. Factory Town does not go away when you sleep. Sure, you dream. Sometimes you dream of Factory Town. Sometimes you dream of that other place.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Foto of Envelope from the Dumpster

This is the envelope containing prayer cards and relics that Gail found taped to the side of a dumpster. The incident inspired my poem "Relics".

Factory Town

Monday, May 16, 2005

Foto of Envelope from the Dumpster

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