I call her Queen. Daughter of Majesty, stitched together by Divinity, Eyes the size of the moon. Diamonds like freckles speckle her face Cloaked in sapphire silks, she stands six inches from the sky. Dancing at banquets and pouring champagne, Dressed to the nines in Heaven’s finest. The celebration of Angels with each step that… Continue reading The Movement
On this week’s installment of Dismantling Christianese, Because it’s Worth it. Lukewarm. I have strong feelings about this word. I don’t like it. I don’t like it in the same way, oh I don’t know, I wouldn’t like a snake laying eggs in my spine and then all of them hatching at the… Continue reading lukewarm.