A barren and howling waste was the cradle in which we slept.But it was in the weedsthat we sought the Lord, there where the roots followedobscure patterns, crooked patterns that followed our dreams.His favor was to last only as long as the sun brushed the dunes before us.Did you see the...

  to know good and evil  was to knowthe betrayal of endings. What the scriptures don’t say            is that we were clothed in the skin of a lion. We watched the dagger descend            into soft, repelling...