Lost in peace

We speak of inner peace as if it’s obtainable. With the exception of the loved and lost, it isn’t. One cannot rest at peace in this mad, mad world and still reside above it’s soil. M.S. McCown 2019

Good Bye and Good Luck!

I’m done. I’m washing my hands of the Republican Party. I’m saying goodbye to the media, the Democratic Party; to politics. I’m not sure what was envisioned when the parties we formed, but I doubt this is what they intended. Politics is a cesspool. We surround this wretched pond, waiting to see what floats to […]

The Potter’s Field

This story begins with a venial sin, impatience was my crime. By acting with gall, it didn’t take long for God’s messenger to stop on by. With hopes to mend a broken friend I thought I’d give God a call. A prayer was said, just before bed But there was no reply at all. By […]