In the scars of the tree, I see beauty. Why less so in me? My fingers trace the deformities that … More
Do I want a God who fixes everything? Or One who sits with me when I am broken?
There is pain here. It hovers in the air above your head like the blue smoke from your cigarette. It … More
society in its current form seems to be geared towards fragmentation i am not a double minded man i am … More
My plant weeps with me; a drop splashes on my head. I, like a bird shot from the sky, lying … More