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It is Sunday

It is Sunday again and Her red doors open, like arms of welcome Offering a haven, safety, acceptance. Church is a she and she is a lover that takes you in Envelops, even as she frees Come home Leave your sorrow, shed despair as you find a home This home of red. Red, red, inContinue reading “It is Sunday”

Through Distorting Glass

“The world is on fire” “Minneapolis is burning” “Please I can’t breathe” “Mama, they’re going to kill me” I watched another person die on television today; a son, a friend, a man, a human being. I watched it happen with a lump in my throat and the cavalier attitude of the man doing the killingContinue reading “Through Distorting Glass”

Children of Doctrine

Always to the right of wrong, this journey that stretches over centuries looking for home, for more than to work and die to be children of woe kneeling before graves kneeling before gods like rabbits to be slaughtered behind walls of gray, of concrete walls of judgment, walls of flesh, faced with violence, disdain brightlyContinue reading “Children of Doctrine”