I never wanted children. Even now, I struggle to understand fully how or when this sentiment lodged itself so deeply within me. I could return to my childhood and turn over the pieces like paving stones, searching through cool dirt for the writhing, wriggling beginnings of this deception, but it would be a fruitless endeavor.…
The Song of Eden Longing
In the sands there was a singing, A song of tortured wonder, With a hunger that was stinging In the land of little thunder.
The Pelagianism of Cherubs
You know those cherub figurines? The chubby cheeks and perfectly tousled hair, chins resting thoughtfully in palms, newly sprouted wings, angelic eyes aglow? Harmless, right? But what if I told you there was a sinister heresy behind those winsome smiles, a dark theology imbedded in the lure of baby fat? "Two Cherubs" by Raffaello Sanzio…
Bone of Bones 