Moss, Bush, Dwarf, Mighty

Moss, Bush, Dwarf, Mighty

by | Jun 1, 2019 | Poetry

Walking out our forgiveness is like growing a forest from the very first seed in the dirt. I wish I could say it is easy, and there won’t be bloody days, weeks, months–years. But there is truth in the blood. In the tears. There can even be joy in the holy...
Some Days

Some Days

by | May 11, 2019 | Poetry

Some Days just…they just are. Please forgive the typos because I’m not in the best space to make it that pretty.
Cooliyoshi

Cooliyoshi

by | May 2, 2019 | Poetry

It is a time to remember and be glad. Mourning looks like this too, sometimes. Someday, I’m going to look back. Why not today? There will be plundering, and there will be war. But today, let’s remember and peel back the pearl of great price that is a...