How fragile our identities are.
Because a minority self-identifies as something...
You who worship yourself,
listen carefully...
Genocide is not
Welcome in the...
”In God I trust...
I messed up again—
Not by doing wrong, but by feeling right...
If by a man’s deeds he be judged
And by a man’s work he be known...
Birds awaken
Dawn’s sweet grace...
When two people met from a long time ago
Becoming close friends, they each took it slow...
Twisting and turning, in a state of fret,
Nothing solvable, no safety net...
I thought I was locked,
There seemed to be no way out...
A man who
Turns on his...
If you crucify him again,
what will be your excuse...