5:15 am

Hot skin, cold air, bed. Email—things spiral quickly. Time to fight the day.

Poetry Uncategorized

Let It Not Be

The chosen ones made idols. Statues of gold and genies right below the present, True and Living God. Stay far from gold. Whatever you should decide to arrive in, let it not be gold. Too oft does gold stimulate hungry pupils readied with greedy hearts waiting to make of you a statue and symbol of […]