I sometimes feel like a loosely knit and frayed sweater
doing my best
to avoid snagging on the jagged edges
of the world

and unraveling;

but today
- it seems -
the world is a thin and gauzy garment
flowing

over
me,

worn smooth like a stone
at it's core.

Bad Mama Jama

She's A Bad Mama Jama

Pop Culture & Religion

In the shadow of post-modernism

Where

Jesus and Elvis
are
semi-synonymous...

storm cloud tree branch bonsai tree

  

spire

The Fog

Tub