Divinity There’s beauty in lightning. Momentary brilliance mesmerizes before we’re plunged into darkness once more. Untamed raw power streaks strikes apple tree mid-garden good and evil exploded into so much kindling. Throaty rumbling laughter dares us to come closer, threatening… Continue Reading →
Breathe Damn that rooster’s crow. I can’t catch my breath, It happened so fast: a kiss, a trial, a death. His laugh still haunts me. Turning suddenly serious after cracking jokes over dinner, his rambling about death and betrayal sounded… Continue Reading →
Searching (After John 20:15) Sobbing graveside, crypt empty and broken heart jilted by her lover. Why are you crying? Who are you looking for? We seek our gods behind grave walls too thick for invasion too deep to escape. No… Continue Reading →
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