a living god
i am falling
(it's true)
so far, i think
a living god
holding
in this abyss
am i ever alone?
so tender
a feather
floats...
alone
but this tender furious
God
is holding
rocking.
i am none
in black
soft vertigo
to where...
is that
un-knowing?
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About the Author
Hi. My name is Jeremiah John. I'm a sf/f writer and activist.
I just completed a dystopian science fiction novel. I run a website which I created that connects farms with churches, mosques, and synagogues to buy fresh vegetables directly and distribute them on a sliding scale to those in need.
In 2003, I spent six months in prison for civil disobedience while working to close the School of the Americas, converting to Christianity, as one does, while I was in the clink.