Seeing God through a Brother Everyone has a name for hunger in his mother’s tongue. My Asian friend asked me in a chat what it’s called. I typed ‘ebi.’ He sent a voice note and distorted the pronunciation to mean vomit. It was normal for…

it’s all spread out before me Earth His footstool Skies His Glory   these places I thought I travelled alone pathways I’ve forged seas I’ve crossed the wilderness that tried to claim me… but He saw it all   He shows me the limitlessness of…

Life streamed in a rectangle Farm Shrine Village square Home Until… the slave trade came   Life shrunk into a triangle Office Worship Home Until…the virus came   The virus came It locked us down It masked our collective breaths We walk the earth like…

I remember The last breath of unfiltered air On a cool evening I stopped and raised my hands in the air And filled my lungs as much as I could   I remember Trying to hold that breath Because words cannot explain How pure and…

Walking barefoot on the wet grass Once upon the evening The rain like broken glass It shatters upon the blades as if they were rocks The day slowly fades The world smells of earth of rain and ozone The day to night giving birth The…

And then I imagined that the deck of the ship was a dance floor that graced my feet Orange skies with streaks of purple Colors so deep I could feel the texture of their richness within my soul The smell of the sea calling out…

Yellowed over the years Edges worn from weathered storms The smell of ancient years It read, 1997 If you’ve found this, Then the world still exists And the plague of my time has not killed the human race I give you my greetings I give…

The cache in casket buried Exhumed as a signpost of immeasurable information   Aha! Relics of the future iPad iPhone iPod iMate iTV   We, the future, are now in the present Modern army will cultivate Another capsule For another farmer For another rain

Storms stir in the sky Clouds are again rumbling Why does she rage Punching through the sky Her tears again begin to fall Like the deepest of oceans The angriest of seas As if a boat upon the waves The sky crushes us again A…

  Oh! Canada… We used to sing with ramrod straight backs and serious brows of the glorious crown of her majesty while my friends disappeared in the night.   “All for the glory of God and country…,” we were told.   And yet… the Spirit…