DOING A HITCH IN HELL

A poem by Reverend Waylon Williamson Right off the Atlantic Ocean, Panama is the spot. Where we are doomed to spend our time, In the land that God forgot. Down where there’s no Ten Commandments. And a man always has his thirst. We’re outcasts from civilization. Victims of life at it’s worst. Down on thisContinue reading “DOING A HITCH IN HELL”

MAN OF GOD (chapter five)

ENLISTED It’s not that I stopped believing God was out there, or that heaven and hell were real, I was just really mad at Him. Plus I figured if I was going to hell, I might as well go to the deepest part there was. It’s stupid, I know. But that’s the way it was.Continue reading “MAN OF GOD (chapter five)”

MAN OF GOD (chapter four)

Momma             A wick, a basin of oil, a few brass prongs, and a glass globe hot enough to light your wall on fire if it was held too close; back when I was young enough to take naps beneath the pews without having to worry about getting pulled up by the ear, those oil lampsContinue reading “MAN OF GOD (chapter four)”