I don’t have much
I don’t have much–Just these fragile fingernailsnearly cut quick-shortto stave off the inevitable breakage. I don’t have much–Just these sandaled feet,toes pointed forwardbecause the next small stepis a step nonetheless.
In a Day
I wrote in my journal in prayer yesterday.I don’t do that much lately.There’s something to it, this prayer thing–the gratitude, the reflection,the meditation, the asking.It’s so easy to forget that things are done the way they arefor a reason. I’ve been trying not to scroll as much,but I failed today and was granted a videoof…
Worldly Devotional #2
“Cleave” has two meanings: to stick and to split. A contronym. A single-word paradox. A linguistic showcase of how words don’t mean much in isolation. Context is king. But even context can only go so far. It’s much easier to think that things are what they are. That what you heard is what the person…
Closed Fist
closed fist looking for rival scanning, scanning closed fist at frustration’s peak punching pillows closed fist readies, turns other cheek open palm
The Yellow Brick Ave 
