John Chrysostom preaches jazz— I stay up all night to hear it, see it—fire raining outside moussaka diner Eucharists, eyeing out eternity in intimate, bright-eyed company, seeking, like Lazarus’ dogs, to lick away wounds, peel back the sores scarring the world’s dermal divinity.
the arrangement of God
the arrangement of God
the arrangement of God
John Chrysostom preaches jazz— I stay up all night to hear it, see it—fire raining outside moussaka diner Eucharists, eyeing out eternity in intimate, bright-eyed company, seeking, like Lazarus’ dogs, to lick away wounds, peel back the sores scarring the world’s dermal divinity.