Cold Throat
You, oh men of religion are a leaning wall a tottering fence not hearing because of unbelieving and not…
January 12, 2010You, oh men of religion are a leaning wall a tottering fence not hearing because of unbelieving and not…
January 12, 2010I’ll to his gracious feet approach whose sceptre mercy give. Perhaps he may command me “Touch!: and then the…
September 13, 2009Slow and strong, like light from stars is the way you’ve formed my soul; in cold, wide world where…
August 18, 2009We have hope like clouds over mountains in a world of flatlands where nothing ever moves As our joy,…
July 21, 2009I am the withered hole, old and vacant of the composed leisure and titillating, romantic atmosphere of the invulnerable…
July 12, 2009Men live in places that stifle their souls, waiting for more of the same, and so they grow up…
June 22, 2009