Reaching the point of not knowing we’re sinning and believing we’re not. Advertisements

Left home hours ago barefoot cool earth night stars escape through last of woods down along the river slipping into water knee-high standing a moment ready to dance cool tease of deeper waters stripping to trees fluttering leaves branches easing within dark whispers someone there watching river pulling neck-deep flow over sand and rock and … More Call of the River by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Homeless night stars dim finding his place in a hole in the alley sleeping in his shoes ready to run warming hands in his pants street hard against cold bones taking flight in a dream he repeats, repeats nightly.