Choices Scarcely Recalled by L.M. Browning Photo by Warren Wong The dark molasses passing of time during those days when I cannot recall what I have achieved and can think of nothing else I am tempted to pursue. In my youth, I spoke with God during the confluence of...
A selection from In the Hands of the Immortal Weaver: Poems of Sacredness and Belonging At night the soul peeks out from under the hood of this body. Slinging ink about, desperate to leave a message for the one with heavy eyes and shaking bones, telling them to...
