In the bottom of a small-town inn, Between the heaving sides of cattle beasts, The stench of moldy straw, wet wool, And pungent waste ladens the muggy air. The babble of babies, The snores of strangers, The hissing argument of friends falling out Cannot… Continue Reading “Holy Light”
I could join the many mourning the loss of relatives, friends, and neighbours today, OR I can choose to remember my relatives who served as COs in the last great war. I could choose to join the parade behind the veterans OR I could… Continue Reading “My Manifesto: Lest We Forget”
The third part of the “Toronto Trilogy” She Worships …raising her hands above her creamy coffee-toned skin and tight, dark curls. …closing her eyes and singing along with the praise song. …leaning against the sprightly, accountant-type, balding husband of hers. He Worships …joining our… Continue Reading “She Worships”
In which brainwashing is revealed, a control freak acknowledges that her best friend is too sick for her to heal, the Spirit drowns out the preacher, and eyes leak salt water.