Ocala Published on May 1, 2016 by josephdecker02 Comments Senseless faith as the sun dips and I think of whether you are above me or still under the ground.
Growth in Dust of War Published on June 10, 2010July 8, 2016 by josephdecker0Leave a comment Winter is a war; frozen, consuming. We break from a false skin and grow; new leaves, any-how. Spring is not our last chance. Our last battle, Our last song, Our last riddles, are only waiting for the winter to arrive.