Month: November 2018

Wayside Baptist Church

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Wayside Baptist Church

Wayside Baptist Church has clothing give away on Wednesdays and Fridays.

Please call the Church Office at 1-718-453-0412. Church Fax: 1-718-919-0720

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Www.waysideny.org

Wayside Baptist Church located in Bushwick, Brooklyn. Wayside also has congregants from the adjoining Brooklyn neighborhoods of Brownsville and Bedford Stuyvesant as well as many other Neighborhoods.

There’s also a Feeding program on Wednesdays. Please call the Church Office for exact times.

Wayside Baptist Church has always endeavored to do its best to serve the community as Jesus did in the Holy Scriptures. I have been personally assisted by Wayside and see their Good Work.

I support my church through monetary and clothing donations.

Please consider making a monetary donation of any size so that Wayside Baptist Church can continue to be a Beacon of Light to the Community. Thank you and God Bless.

Rev. Zidde Hamatheite is the Pastor of Wayside Baptist Church.

RDP Tuesday: WALK

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Brooklyn Botanic Garden Celebrity Walkway August 2016

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RDP Tuesday: Walk

Brooklyn Botanic Garden- August 2016

Famous People Born or raised in Brooklyn

This is only a small selection of the names. I took many photos of the celebrity names along the walkway back in August 2016. Fortunately my brother Stephen is very patient and Loves the Brooklyn Botanic Garden as much as I do.

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The Science of Screams

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The Science of Screams

For Rosa-Linda

Him Flogs She Body. Barbed Wired Her Brain. Gnaws Her Bones Nightly. Severes all Her Simulations. Him drove a rickety blue Oldsmobile where regular toe curling sessions took Place. Hail Fellow Well Met.

Battleground Them

He drove a hinckty Snakehips Pontiac Blue Firebird.

Much like his overall personality.

Her pain. His titillation. Him Hemlocking around. As Her drew my threadbare tunic closer to her body against early morning chills. Blood pouring from every lower orifice. His- a one man terror regime.

Room peeling paint. Patches of irregular wallpaper strips patchwork piecemeal coverings portions of sheetrock. Five year old past calendar. The only change rot and decay. She lay wedged between failures and faults. .

A Life in Tatters and Ruins

She Places Slips of Slips inside The Burning Bowl.

Chapel Vigil Evokes Memory Simulations of Toxic Twisters.

Chemical Combustion Scorched Dirt. Flickers Dust. Burnt sandcastles turned Rust.

Crying Stones. She felt a force pushing her back. Toiling. Roiling. Boiling.

Milky white Snow blizzard Mirrors. Swirling. Twirling. Nearly sucking in Her substance.

Break the Mirror! Break it I say! Break it Now!

Tidal Ebbs and Flows.