My pace as I left the church was faster than when I came in. I let my mind wander back to the woman I had seen while I drove to church earlier. She sat by the road, her face tilted toward the sky with a little boy who clutched an old, dirty bowl where random … Continue reading All the little things
You are depressed again, it must be the mood swings. They have become startlingly frequent these days. You sit there behind the counter, your face steely and the fingers of your hands numb. But you are determined to get through the rest of work without drama. It’s been a long day but you are not … Continue reading Go!
You see that boy the kid with bloated belly With no friggin’ toy Only tears that roll daily The kid with the pale face Not a coat of fine lace Clamouring for a lively life A calm in this strangling strife Papa keeps a cold steel knife Beneath the grim sheet Of his shit-drunk pillow … Continue reading Blunt Edges!
Maybe he did lie. The reverend did lie. All those sermons about Jehovah’s great love,maybe they were cooked or just another version of seasoned fallacy, and the bible is just a textbook straight out of the middle age. Maybe, churches are really just walls; projects founded by men who really only wanted to ‘invest’. Maybe… … Continue reading Game Over