Ode to the Laundromat

Because the little things are not small

Some Bright Morning

It was never Your faithfulness that was in question.

Suburbia

I can’t face reality.

I’d rather stay broken and believe I’m fine; those are problems that live…

The Masses

To the pastors who beat their wives behind closed doors, hey. God sees you.

Runaway

You are not alone.

Knock, knock, knock

Learning

I’ve been shown what love isn’t. That’s how I know what love is.

Mirror Monster

Mirror, mirror on the wall breeds insecurity in us all.

Little One

Beauty lies not in the absence of darkness but the presence of light; you can only see the…

Clockwork

Time is relative.

“Don’t worry ahead of where you are,” they said, and I laughed: after all, the more…

“He”

The seemingly endless brutal punishment came to a sudden stop; Like a boulder that had been rolling down a mountain side destroying all in its path, then landing at the river’s edge quietly and without remorse. Then, as if in response to His exhausted agony and surrendering declaration, the heavens released an…