Maybe not all who wander are lost, but most of us are. And most of us are willing to risk everything for a glimpse of a heaven we don’t even believe in. What could be more lost than that? If you know the way home, I would be grateful to hear it.
The long angry light that nobody asked for throws shadows across all the delicate hopes of the dreamers and children and adamant losers who hold all their cards much too close to their vests The boats that are pushing the barges upriver never stop for the fishes or catching their breath they cry for theContinue reading “The Sins of the Sky”