Life within the flame, a life of ash, revealing the marrow of our bones. Our character forged and tested by fire, until we shine like the purest of silver. Rain will come, wash all the ash away, and polish our reddened eyes. Pain extinguished, the…

A DESCENDANT OF THE DISCIPLES   a couple thousand years ago some men and women sacrificed their lives stoned, crucified, exiled, and I’m over here worried what other people will think if I mention that I believe in the same Jesus.

Do not rest yet my love the road is far and long Rest is not yet in sight we’ll sing another song Another song that leads that leads to where we’ll go So don’t rest yet my love don’t rest yet this I know  …

Like wood in a jungle of concrete Is my imagination Breaking the monotony Excel sheets, G-cals, bland academic papers Demand equals supply at the equilibrium price   My imagination creates disequilibrium What if the equilibrium choice is not the right choice? What if I escaped? If…

Here for a wedding All black, white and glimmering Sweat rises through clothes

Angst German or Dutch it doesn’t trouble me that much. This is word-etymology that we trust. Teenage angst is still most popular today, and that’s not ok! The youth are a precious group; they are all our saved up dreams rolled into one. My school…

  It was the top-most window on the left building close to the inside corner, but it’s shut now. The day was just as grey as pictured, In fact, it was sprinkling lightly. You could hear people arguing over taxis, and running to those who…

WOODEN WALKWAY In a Mountain holler I decided to walk I didn’t want distractions I didn’t want to talk.   I came upon a wooden walkway strange among the trees. I decided to diverge, which is not like me at all   I’m a stubborn sort of…

“Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.” -George Sand It’s easy to be generous when you have enough. It’s easy to love when you were raised with unconditional love….

  I make no apologies. I see ghosts; I have felt their breath upon me, their fingers through my hair. I have flown past The farthest stars Carried in the arms Of Angels And I know there Is no such thing as Death. So, it’s…