Faith

Talismanic totem your name stands tall riding on the shoulders broad of the great chiefs who have come before you gone before your time robbed of the land within the […]

I think I tried this last year. Struggling through the day: amid laundry, dinner, dishes piled high. Bathtub, filling up, just enough the rest upon the floor, now, your eyes

The golden seething summer sun settles in the west. Beams, like bristles, a pointy sundown crown. I don’t know who you are, but I’ve been waiting as you walk away

Do prayers truly reach Your throne room being half-asleep, much like the glass half-empty / half-full chosen wisely the cup, overflowing with water turned to wine. The miracle of Your

Cruising with the top down shotgun to escaped con showing what the rebel is, still getting the work done. Yet two, count ’em, two, distinct threads that have unraveled while