Don’t Blame the Dog: A Sunday Sermon

      A Sunday Sermon: I detest Santa Fe.  Something about the flock of soul-seeking, free-spirited white folks who pay into the commercialization, and appropriation, of spiritual enlightenment makes me cringe and, honestly, jaded.  For whatever reason I spend much of my free time in this place.  Phone calls to mom bring me away…

The Unforgiving Man

I was lying in bed, after the night the spirits came to visit again Even after the sun finally came up I couldn’t find the motivation to get up. Consciousness came to my side to talk with me seeing that I needed talking He’s a stoic man, but I can always trust him to be…