The back gate the Church has left open for predators

My german shepherd Lukas has different barks for different things. One of his barks is very aggressive and intimidating. His body lunges, his teeth shows, he barks from his chest. That's the, "there's a predator" bark. At 5 am this morning, Lukas let out an incessant "there's a predator" bark. I shot up off the… Continue reading The back gate the Church has left open for predators

Forget myself

I want the storm to come and fill the atmosphere with three dimensional anticipation- eruptions of power. I want the storm to come blow right down into my sunny status quo where the air is still. I want the storm to come stir things up, promise change, bring thunderheads pregnant with rain. I want the… Continue reading Forget myself