Joseph called Barsabbas
The tree of life and I, abiding
The following is an excerpt from my new work of poetry and prose The Many Dreams of Joseph. You’re reading it here first on Things I Wrote Down.
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I stand in the middle of a field. Weeds cover the path I walk on, overtake grass wherever I look, grow waist high and choke it. The sun app…