A reflection on John 18
What is truth? Cynicism confronts irony. All the while he stares into the eyes…
What a surprise to discovera shameless God, wholly other — who does the unthinkable, irresponsible,the foolish and…
Siren, off in the distance, relief, it is not coming here.The bus stops farts, then on its way again.It is…
You have your dreams, fair horses and sunlight.I have my dreams, driving toward the dawn.
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Skirting the edge of both childhood and free will.Take care of me, but don’t tell me what to do.Assets, dominance — You don’t own me…
A Poem
Hurling over tantric waters, wood bursts at the point of refraction,this is where magic occurs, in the…
Yesterday at the beginning of August. It felt more like an autumn night. Misty cool rain, and strong wind.The day went slowly. The wind seemed…
Cherry trees wait for their plucking,red liquid drips down your face in feast,you are colour blind…