It Gets Harder To See The Way

It’s hard to see the stars from the gallows or a smile through tears. It’s hard to see rot beneath beauty hope beneath shame love beneath all that hate. It’s hard to see change at the end of a gun peace through the flames or God through all that pain. It’s hard not to bury […]

The Dust Of Long Dead Sheep

It’s always time for the rodeo when I’ve accepted the fetal position as a way of life for fear of putting on the clown suit. Doubt comes barging in like a mad cocaine pirate that I welcome on-board with streamers, ribbons and balloons as my dreams vacuously congeal into dried husks so often that I […]