Documenting the American Muslim Experience one pixel at a time
ancient autumn sky,
light gleans from shadows
gold leaf rustles
Enjoy.
Bikers For Tots, Center City
Flag, Center City
Meters, West Philly
Whithered Flower, West Philly
Glove Crow, West Philly
Flowers, West Philly
Pipes and Wall, West Philly
His hands were like chasms that had been filled in with a life-time of dirt and grit.
Speaking in a babble of tongues, he uttered the names of the Saints.
He was not crazy; I could see lights behind his eyes.
He had seen things no man should ever have to see; lived like everyman presumptuously wished.
He knew St. Luke’s but he prefers to live outside.
Crumpled pages, all scraps of paper - a trail of missed hopes and unfulfilled dreams. Reverently, he tucked them in his pocket.
Rendered motionless by his gaze; I could only watch him turn and walk away.
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Title: After the Death of God (Insurrections: Critical Studies in Religion, Politics, and Culture)