Based on a conversation I kept having in my head.
Many of us have had to wrestle with the notion of omnipresence, whether it comes from God, Santa Claus, or dead ancestors, it can be hard to live life with an audience.
It was his birthday and I should’ve done a lot more. I should’ve been a lot more.
I started to wonder what it would be like if faith was a two-way street.
Let me tell you about another man who had long hair and strange ideas.
I don’t really want to say what this one is about or what inspired it. I want other people to tell me what it’s about and what it inspires.
Based on a true Sunday school. A contemplation on performative behavior.
Free breakfast was provided by the hotel. I wasn’t really offended. I just wanted to write a poem.
The speaker wanted us to imagine what we would do if a doctor told us we had six-to-twelve weeks left to live, so I did.
Can you imagine being so lost you think a Tate or Peterson makes sense?