and their children
(2013)
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
