And then came the long surrender… - B.H. Fairchild, “Rave On” The larger church an hour away came courting and my father accepted the call. Whether it was his will or God’s, the son had no choice but to follow. It was the first exodus of my memory; a confused goodbye to yellow...

it’s always at night the whirring fan the sweat of a too hot day under too hot sheets all that closeness that exposes all that vastness between who i am and who are you my closet renegade my faraway bedfellow the thundering sundering silence between us suffocates me while you sleep unflinching unfeeling unaware...