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I recently heard a sermon about ‘how to avoid contentment’. It was part of an otherwise-enlightening series about…
Welcome to 2017 America, where the melting pot on which it was founded burns blood black and boils…
Disclaimer: Contains mature themes. “You’re old enough to be my father.” Edward Cain slugged a whiskey shot…
These barren fields, wolf-grey coats of bark and dust, coarse lines bleeding trails, idle in stillness, parsed, perched, widows…
Blackwater rinses marrow from bone, skeletons wash ashore: backbones, ribcages, rubber cartilage calcified with salt, jellied with flesh,…
Do you hear that? It’s a thunderclap of emotion, a seismic reverberation of anger and sadness that beats…
There is no sledgehammer God — every rational being knows that. We can appropriate certain things to the…
Memories are like stars speckled across the night sky. Rarely linear in form, they’re merely loosely connected dots…
This is the point where trying to hold things together for everyone else makes me fall apart. Fractal.…
Repentance. Waning appetite of faith-junctions betrothed. Relaxing, embracing tapestries lost. Misplaced versions of stark archetypes, leaning, beleaguering, vacating thin veils of guilt-shed sin on vandalized walls. We wait. Fake. Deface. Glorified perversions of angst-ridden blame, an upheaval of martyrdom placating grace. We wait like frost-white dalliances of hate. Forgiveness. Mirrored truths of disingenuous praise. Succumbing, shedding insidious skin. Forlorn ashes of dead souls, simmering, frothing, bequeathing tastes of half-sighed lies on brittle-dry lips. We drink. Sink. Relinquish.…
I recently heard a sermon about ‘how to avoid contentment’. It was part of an otherwise-enlightening series about ‘how to mess up’ in life. In it, the pastor, who I…
Welcome to 2017 America, where the melting pot on which it was founded burns blood black and boils over with vitriol. When James Madison, a controversially devout Episcopalian, drafted the…
Disclaimer: Contains mature themes. “You’re old enough to be my father.” Edward Cain slugged a whiskey shot and set the glass on a nightstand, and it wobbled like a…
These barren fields, wolf-grey coats of bark and dust, coarse lines bleeding trails, idle in stillness, parsed, perched, widows of breath, brittle as ash in wind sit slack-jawed, cold, hinterlands of impervious…
I recently heard a sermon about ‘how to avoid contentment’. It was part of an otherwise-enlightening series about ‘how to mess up’ in life. In…
Welcome to 2017 America, where the melting pot on which it was founded burns blood black and boils over with vitriol. When James Madison, a…
Disclaimer: Contains mature themes. “You’re old enough to be my father.” Edward Cain slugged a whiskey shot and set the glass on a nightstand,…
These barren fields, wolf-grey coats of bark and dust, coarse lines bleeding trails, idle in stillness, parsed, perched, widows of breath, brittle as ash in wind…
Blackwater rinses marrow from bone, skeletons wash ashore: backbones, ribcages, rubber cartilage calcified with salt, jellied with flesh, imprinted on wet sand — carrion for…
Do you hear that? It’s a thunderclap of emotion, a seismic reverberation of anger and sadness that beats like a holy staff on sacred ground.…
There is no sledgehammer God — every rational being knows that. We can appropriate certain things to the Divine; we can justify answered prayer. In…
Memories are like stars speckled across the night sky. Rarely linear in form, they’re merely loosely connected dots in the synapses of the brain. They…
This is the point where trying to hold things together for everyone else makes me fall apart. Fractal. It’s not supposed to be like this.…
Repentance. Waning appetite of faith-junctions betrothed. Relaxing, embracing tapestries lost. Misplaced versions of stark archetypes, leaning, beleaguering, vacating thin veils of guilt-shed sin on vandalized walls. We wait. Fake. Deface. Glorified perversions of angst-ridden blame, an upheaval of martyrdom placating grace. We wait like frost-white dalliances of hate. Forgiveness. Mirrored truths of disingenuous praise. Succumbing, shedding insidious skin. Forlorn ashes of dead souls, simmering, frothing, bequeathing tastes of half-sighed lies on brittle-dry lips. We drink. Sink. Relinquish. An artifact of fate belaboring grace. We claw like wolf-thieves approaching the gate. Acceptance. Repenting diatribes of angelic malaise. Atoning, dethroning serpentine reign. Heralded saints of banished restraint,…
