Wednesday, December 26, 2018
The cricket sings three songs... sometimes it stops between each one, and other times it's a continuous humdrum which all depends on whom it may disturb.
Saturday, December 22, 2018
The truth rides in on a chili breeze, and the concerns of its enemies are held captive under a frigid revelation.
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
Crumbs of souls gather around the furnace.. rubbing shoulders, shaking hands, and fanning the flames together. In time the crumbs become a single soul that moves about with haunting wisdom and hysterical freedom, and if it stands still long enough and the people listen close enough, they will find the crumbs of each soul that gathered on a dark, cold, winter journey.