Great Knots of Knowing

I am still lashed to the mast of my faith. The storm is over, the waves and the wind have obeyed.

Vulnerability Hangover

Now, I’m not much of a drinker, I like to have lots of self-control within easy reach. After that raw discourse yesterday, I have a vulnerability hangover.

To Whom It Should Concern:

This was not then, and is not now, a power neutral conversation. The alleged offenders are esteemed members of your organization and alleged Christian leaders.

Social Media Salvation

I watch the horizon for hope as one shipwrecked on the shores; as one banished by brutality. I watch until my eyes are exhausted, my neck in a noose of tension, my shoulders sobbing at me to stop.

The Lonely Room of Ruin

To be born, to be recklessly kept, and to be nobody’s – is the root of ruin. My ruin.