blame the moon

I blame the moon. It’s 3am and here I am, staring at the shadowed ceiling from my pillow. She beckons and woos me, drawing on my blood and skin to come outside and bask in her light, dance under her mysterious blue reflection. She plays peekaboo with the sun, always pointing back to him, always …

coffee and repentance

Coffee with friends and repentance seem to go hand in hand for me. of course if you think of repentance as groveling at the burning altar of judgement with weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth, then that is certainly not what i am talking about. repentance means to change your mind and turn around. Paul, …