Order of Things

With every chink of metal against the hard packed ground, with every puff of dust, sweat mingled with salted tears. Yes, even death of our fury friends hurt. We cry, we miss them. Their presence give comfort. Why? How? Knowledge of their life span does not lessen the moment when breath vanishes its repetitive motion … Continue reading Order of Things

Evil’s shadow

To all our friends, loved ones, and those who have experienced evil's shadow this past year... Death is abrasive. The soul screams it is wrong, and rightly so. Life is sacred. The weight of the sacred torn is felt at the mouth of the grave. Cast under death's shadow the mind wanders as the memories … Continue reading Evil’s shadow