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”

THE HALFWAY HOTEL

I am lonely, and I want you to stay with me.  Okay wait, that’s a lie. I don’t care where you go, or what you do, so long as you don’t finish. I’m sorry, please allow me to introduce myself. I go by many names.   Fear.  Laziness. Doubt.  Anxiety. I am the anthem of the coward. And theContinue reading “THE HALFWAY HOTEL”