The prison complex eerily resembles the U.C. Berkeley campus.
Sermon delivered on the Fourth Sunday in Advent 2021.
Sits in his rain scented square.
My gypsy grandmother pokes through the rear passenger window.
I am seated beside a dictator in a diaper.
I hold on tightly, and look up into the darkness.
All decked out with her winsome grin.
Lend me your soul this tempest night.
Find the pot of butterscotch.
Photo by Michael Sean Erickson in February 2020.