I’ve taken a moment to look at this website. An archive of passed time, of used-tos and remember whens. I’ve been reading my bad poetry! It’s so sincere. I can still see the places where I didn’t understand symbolism or metaphor quite clearly enough to make it work. But I wrote it nonetheless. I’m either […]
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What Goodness Looks Like: Remembering Michael F. Wood
What do you see when you look outside your front window or every time you open the front door? My view is a beautiful brick home. A meticulously kept, pretty home with life and goodness draped around it. In that home is a family I admire. Their teenage daughter babysat for Isaiah once and their […]