Status Updates From A Solemn Pleasure: To Imagi...

I HAVE BEEN PACKING IN EARNEST, the sedimentia of four generations, strata of decades, the weight stone of things rolling away. I have sold, given away, disposed of by means of alleyway, obliging friends, strangers, and the Army that Saves, a third of my possessions.

I have seen miracles happen. It is true, I manifest people, events, money. It may be that I want to be superior in a moral yet humble way that others will admire.

The self: unredeemable, worthy of parsed, parsnip worship.

Begotten, Not Made