Writing, Clothing, and the Future Future — My body tells stories that start in different ways. One begins, there was a grown man. His name was Christian. He lived alone with his cat on top of a purple mountain. When it rained and the rain lingered moss grew. In the warmer months, Christian liked to walk around…

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A Poem —

Under three and a half minutes it was all they needed although they hadn’t known what life was called when one called it something other than that, heads rapped upon the walls and to the floor the plates it was in a word, word tremendous ( it might have been other words but none so true) flowers grew watch…

He was the change he wanted to see. — Seeing is believing. We’ve all heard it a million times, and how true it is. In biblical history, there’s a moment when Jesus looks at a man who has followed the commandments since youth but has questions. Before Jesus replies, He feels compassion and loves the man. Jesus loves him…

still hands 85 SPF, lapse, and progress through the dark to midnight snacks

Mercy — This morning, Caitlin sat on the bench and closed her eyes, and opened them. She looked forward. I like this about Caitlin, she looks forward all the time. I looked into her blue eyes and saw the wonder. She asked me to tell her about mercy. I’m not upset or…

Light — Some time ago, I found Shari Wolf’s art online and was taken with this drawing of Jesus. In the original artwork, Jesus faces to the left. Out of his mouth pops a thought bubble that says I Like You. I laughed out loud when I saw it because it’s contemporary…