I’ll drink from the sun and in her pavilion I find sweet liquors. To be born… call it, laughter, call it, joy call it hope, call it… Read more “Marinade:”
Sometimes, all you need is a little faith & a little grit….
The sun was stubborn as a mule, around-bout evening I’d say go down already but it’ would lite, tisk, tisk and burn to the bone then around-about morning… Read more “Cracks In the Ceiling:”
It was like no other when Kung Fu goes to church, it fills our shoes… Om So Hum…. Their grandmother’s dragon fist- confess yea burden rivers & Trees-stance… Read more ““Something like God Made””
When wisdom crieth into the streets, who should hear the voice of one, the voice of many, and still…. relentless in her call, her voice breaks it… Read more “On Being Called:”
There is a door blue with yellow trim. Down in woods, where the tempest rave. The pollen is laden with glimmers of dust. Embedded in the middle… Read more “Excerpt: Up Coming Novel :Churched Out”