Historical Setting: A stone hovel in an unknown time On this new day I linger in the straw thinking I’ll move but thinking doesn’t make it so. I’m watching the nearly dawn sky, then a fog through the eyelet of the stones at what is surely the eastern arc of this hovel. My clarity ofContinue reading “#80.11 Wednesday, May 27, 2026”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 