What It Is Is What It Is Not and What It Is Not Is What It Is
A picture of God is not God the way a painting of water is not wet. An image of the […]
A picture of God is not God the way a painting of water is not wet. An image of the […]
I feel unraveled I feel like scripture I feel like the words of prophets torn apart translated retranslated rewritten spread
Sometimes you look for something else. A corner where there might be rust. An eyelash width. A speck of
He felt shame and I did not, The fire alarm, the whole school, the worst timing: A play. And both
mist is water without surface and yet it will not only swallow the past but
So it is better to speakrememberingwe were never meant to survive—Audre Lorde We know that our bones can hardly rescue