It’s as if the falling snow hurts
it’s as if the falling snow hurts his scarf-swaddled head drumming a wound no matter how softly it falls drawing down white blinds raising drifts like fet...
it’s as if the falling snow hurts his scarf-swaddled head drumming a wound no matter how softly it falls drawing down white blinds raising drifts like fet...
The earliest stories I remember hearing were in Sunday School, read from the first book of the Old Testament. The language sounded odd, elevated; and what our b...
And wine that maketh glad the heart… Psalm 104 Give us, O Lord, for the politicians who keep their word, the wine of wonderment. Then Lord, give us the wi...
I had a dream that I woke up innocent. Not that I had been declared innocent, but that I found myself in a state of innocence. And my body felt light. Like when...