Month: March 2022

  • Anchor


    My boat sits atop the ocean, the sky, and waves indistinguishable in the dead of night. I sense the wave coming and brace

  • Plates


    jeering a grin water-coloured crystal shimmer spindle-esqe discs spin

  • Fragments


    Scattered they are strewn confetti pieces of fragments

  • We must

    We must

    We must reflect on what has come before, what is now, and what may be. If we do not,

  • Humble pie

    Humble pie

    I have become quite uncomfortable with the level of humility God seems to want me to experience.

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