Unconcluded thoughts on art and beauty
I open wide and soak it in, the full moon just coming white and misty from behind the clouds, or hanging its enormous full-blazed orange…
sorrow
Wail
This morning I finally said it out loud, the words of heresy I didn’t know were in me, words torn from my heart of hearts. I am tired of being a puppet in a story I don’t understand. I am tired of explaining for God. I felt the words scream out from me, felt the …
This week
Confession: This week I spoke a greater volume of ridiculous words than I ever intended to. Some of them I cannot recall without a wave of horror. Chances are, if you had an email, text or personal conversation with me this week, I made a fool of myself. This week I lay on my couch …