We are all stranded in skin and bones. There is no way out of this body. No holes of escape. No lagoons of nirvana. No route for the blood but round and round. Sure, we can bleed. We can bleed until death. Then the soul will go somewhere. But who wants to bleed? Who knows where the soul really goes? I'm a seeker of grace, knowing grace will rescue me from this bag of skin and bones.
How to Change Buses in the Middle of Nowhere
Christmas Decorations Gone Bad
Narrative of the Blood Part One
Narrative of the Blood Part Two
The Blemished--Addicts Speak About Addiction
Human Bone Found in My Neighbor's Yard
Delivered into the Hands of a Mortician
Act I - Crazed Woman in the Body of Don Quixote
Act II - Crazed Woman in the Body of Don Quixote
Act III - Crazed Woman in the Body of Don Quixote
Happiness Is Found in R-over-R Rule
Why Hitchcock Never Had a Solitary Bird
Why the World Can Be a Dusty, Parched Place
Becoming an Inhabitant of the Land of Nod
How to Push Back the Gloom of Despair
My Crack Addict Group Night #2
Where to Fall If You Must Fall
Why You Should Quit This Church
