I often think about the movie, Paris, Texas. I listened to a music video a few days ago from this movie and the images that flowed through the theme song were of desolation, emptiness, blank space. 623 more words
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As of writing this sentence, it’s Thursday, April 20th, and by the time I get around to finishing and posting this ((because I write at a snail’s pace, every word a slow drip of consciousness, every thought a specimen to be meticulously considered and picked apart before publication (though the quality of my writing nevertheless fails to reflect that same degree of contemplation)), it will be Tuesday — April 25th, 2017. 1,374 more words
Joining the Saints
I sat down on the church pew just in time for the service to begin. The organ kicked off a thunderous prelude. The pipes bellowed, sending birds and mice scrambling from their tubular homes, screaming, “Everybody run! 2,045 more words
Dear Body, you who carries me through every waking moment, who keeps me alive and moving through this life of mine.
Dear beloved, blessed flesh and bone, you who I have neglected, blamed and abused, you with all your beautiful imperfections and insights, which still catch me off-guard, time and time again. 231 more words