I am not God. I mean, what great fortune would mine be to have assembled such a vessel as you are. I see how the morning stars greet your face, your limbs, your heart, and all that flows within. To even place words into this specific moment is treading with such caution, I do not […]Read more "– good morning “oswald” –"
Squealing for joy in the building staircase, late into the daytime, lately I’ve been over my head and over the moon, still overjoyed at arms overreaching. This is the feeling of a fourth quarter comeback… but the game has yet to commence. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– this is a big deal –"
Waking up in distress, failing to apply yesterday’s teaching – the F on my test has been earned. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– mistake of the day –"
The twister has landed inside, rearranging my possessions, strangling my obsessions. It’s more difficult, even dangerous, to clean up the remains. It’s more dire, for I’m tired, to handle chores and gain. If I fight just long enough, if I fight at all, this time, the weather will change its course soon and very soon. […]Read more "– rain on a weekday morning –"
Commonality amongst fallen kingdoms, shared traits amongst former kings – these are the patterns seen. Is it not an interchangeable fabric though? ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– youngstown… bridgeport… san bernardino? –"
Undercover preacher, quiet with my gospel, delivering some kind of word to the hopelessly damned, and still searching for salvation in myself, digging for a deliverance to call my own. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– poet or preacher? –"
Naturally… the conversation starts with a little rambling on my end, starting off innocent, even cute. Gradually, however, things get neurotic, and the magic of my madness exposes itself. My attempts to keep my little talks contained lead to failure, creeping into every facet of my face. Strangers may take notice, strangers may go about […]Read more "– jouska –"