Palms Sunday

We remember how you put palms in our hands, palms in our open ,naked hands. Hands that once tapped tapped keep tapping on wood and on flesh. Before these ritual cleansings and gloves ond trash Palms in our hands, hands that once lifted , opened drifted and dropped. We consider all our sins like deadly… Continue reading Palms Sunday

Dressing UP

“What happened sis?” the boy asked the girl as he looked down his chest, to his stomach, to his feet. “I don’t know brother! Last thing I remember is when we both called out from that broken limb up there” the girl pointed to the tree limb dangling above her head “we called to our… Continue reading Dressing UP