He said in reply to the interviewer asking, ” Are you a Buddhist”? , he said ,”I’m a Buddhist, I’m a Christian, I’m a Muslim, I’m whatever you want me to be. It all comes down to the same thing. You’re in a loving place or you’re in an unloving place, if you’re with me right now you cannot be unhappy, it’s not possible.”
He thought holiness meant suffocating his own heartbeat. Desire, to him, was a trespass, a shadow at the edge of stained-glass light. But that night in the…
The knock came like a warning shot. Yesterday’s happiness shattered in an instant, replaced by a dread that tasted like old memories. A stranger stood on the…
The phone nearly broke my hand. My son’s voice shook as he whispered about police, questions, and the word “unattended” hanging like a sentence over a normal…
The sirens were loud. But the silence after was louder. A fire in Gaston County didn’t just take a house; it ripped the center out of a…
He is running out of time. You can feel it in the way his shoulders dip, in the way his breath seems to bargain with each step….
He was bleeding onstage, and we called it comedy. It felt wrong and necessary at the same time. Every flinch was a confession, every laugh a bandage…