
As smoke that always finds the cracks and crevices to pass through wood that’s seen centuries race, I pass each day through my front door like a …
#poem, “The Door” (An Euro-Ku)
Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

As smoke that always finds the cracks and crevices to pass through wood that’s seen centuries race, I pass each day through my front door like a …
#poem, “The Door” (An Euro-Ku)