I’m no Jesus. Never claimed to be. Never wanted to be. But that’s the funny thing about doing what I can do… What I want doesn’t fucking matter anymore. All over the world there were people who claimed to do the impossible. They offered hope for a price. Shaman. Priests. Mystics. Medicine Men. Healer. Different… Continue Reading

Hazael’s Curse

  On the eastern end of town, just past the aged chapel but just before the creek, rests the Howells’ abandoned farmhouse. The blood red paint had chipped and dulled to rust in the forsaken seasons, losing the luster of love. The grass grew high, swallowing stones and the bottom of broken tractors. Every kid… Continue Reading