Today at Golden Hour I stared straight into the Sun orange like henna in white hair The cataract of August humidity across its eye, I turned away quickly A warning whispered in my ear "Look and you will die." But false hope lies in careless implication Look or not, the astral face of God will … Continue reading August


Relics can be Bones that held Together, exoskeleton: A camera initiated In the summer of hate A serving tray bought In Town - You visited with Your daughter The thermos you drank Tea in, with ritual like it was the Body of Christ, containing wine, mixed with Your blood Relics can be old CD towers, … Continue reading Particle

frost bitten

You'll be kind and never lose your temper and no one will misunderstand your jokes. You'll wake up early and listen to the mourning dove sing     dooo dooo               do-do-do low-high calling the new day good. You'll always have spare change for the panhandler at his median … Continue reading frost bitten

on suffering

If you're trying to resolve the problem of suffering and wrap it up in a neat little package, you'll only be disappointed by Christianity. Christianity doesn't answer that question. It dwells in the suffering. It acknowledges it, laments it, and looks for ways to reduce it, but it doesn't tell you why. A friend recently … Continue reading on suffering