Sawyers in the Sun

Jun 20, 2016

Squatting at her laundry tub beside her house with her skirt tucked between her legs, her eyes danced with joy and sorrow. She greeted me w...

I unravel for His glory. I am the undone. The undoing is the thorn that makes me shriek back, the knee jerk pulling away from the poi...

Gravel and grit. Tires and tinsel. Rawness wrapped in lights, beauty in the umbrella bones star reaching towards heaven, a dead branch...