The ticket to comfortability comes with an elongated ride on the train of stifled cathexis. Thinking this is a comfortable ride may confirm the belief all is in favor. Time hands over the keys of real change and forgetting allegiance to ones soul feels legitimate. A juncture wrapped in dismay and despondency inverts convenience into… Read More Ticket

God is light. The brightness in the east through the trees in the morning while the bitter wind tightens the cheeks. The streams of glow dancing to greet the day, a welcoming gratitude of what shall become and of curiosity and wonder to say. In the darkness and shadows where troubles lurk and swallow, a… Read More Poem: Is Light