If we are to awakenthe dead in spiritthe bruised and numbedthe broken in mindthe quenched of hopeand the dashed of dreams….How many more books will be written?How many new songs will be composed?How many more works of art will be... Continue Reading →
Where is the sense in making peace with a past that is filled with the dry bones of death? Does it make sense to remain in this land where flesh is no longer and breath has since departed? Even the... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 