A Requiem for Humanity
Thursday, I rode the evening rails, Silver tracks hissing under the city’s scars – Ordinary, almost, but for a man: Threadbare, hair wild as winter grass, Clutching a cardboard plea…
Thursday, I rode the evening rails, Silver tracks hissing under the city’s scars – Ordinary, almost, but for a man: Threadbare, hair wild as winter grass, Clutching a cardboard plea…
John Fugelsang’s Separation of Church and Hate: A Sane Person’s Guide to Taking Back the Bible from Fundamentalists, Fascists, and Flock-Fleecing Frauds arrives at a moment when the intersection of…
Before we stoke the fires and spew Our judgments tangled, sharp, untrue; Let gentleness begin its reign, To ease the depth of unseen pain.Let’s trade our shoes and set aside…
Politicising faith to deify Trump corrupts the basis of true Christianity, ignoring the compassion and truth preached by Jesus.
In the heights of Kailasha where gods gather in thin air and white silence – Garuda stands watchful, wings bright as hammered sunlight, while a tiny bird settles upon the…