When storms of change recalibrate reality, Rewrite the code that holds the cosmos together.

let me rub your aching soles withs frankincense and myrrh

Coyotes howl as they circle

If we could see the invisible saints watching over houses, whether imagined or not

Poems like these at the very least deserve more eyes on them, and we are more than happy to make that happen.

I forget—did God make death?