I am with you, pilgrim, through farthest reaches of your broken mind, the desert-bone beaches of solitude you traverse like a champion would, crying blood, better than a man ever could.
No one catches you like I can, myself charging on … Read More
Nomads all, bearing caravans of children along the way, we have walked through four decades of goat-skin tents into a rising dawn, this spirit song humming at our heels.
Didn’t know what signing up for this pilgrim life really meant, … Read More
