i think the clouds trace along the horizon like contorting henna on some naked hand, and stars etch themselves into the night-sky, like tattoos 'cross a scarred arm.

Salvation - Angels ain't just flesh and feather. They come in different palettes—sea foam, cherry bark, rose thorn, in the right heaven-yellow light anything could be holy enough to save you.

Supporters of Black Lives Matter say "all lives matter" misses the point when it comes to addressing the systematic racism and discrimination experienced by black people.

In another life you are across the galaxy from me, the distance between us mentally just as large as between us physically.