Evil

Stung

A random muscly guy turned, Lit a little by the beer and ┬ádisco lights, Asked me, What happened to your face? Teen boys in stained white suits Laughed Hard faced girls Giggled into cupped hands.   Not the first time… Read More ›

Breath In Deeply

Seated on a wooden chair Elbows on the table Hands elevated cradling a mug Of Columbian dark coffee With a little more sugar To lighten the mood As the flickering images From my bland H.D. T.V. Tripped around the walls… Read More ›

The Target

It is the image of God in you that enrages hell; it is this at which demons hurl their mightiest weapons. –William Gurnall — Healthy Faith (@CSLCHSnMore) October 10, 2015