there were days i would stand on the roof
unafraid i was not wind proof
now i am in bed by nine
and frankly do not have the time
to take myself seriously enough to yell doom
Hi y'all you can buy my prints now (or look at my other art) thanks for reading!
About the Creator
River Joy
I make things with paint and words and light. I was once described as an asshole with Mr. Rodgers vibes.
Praying on the weak
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It showed my lonely chambers, in the back of a cold church. It showed Alby Duncan and his daughter, Lucy, standing behind me. Alby had been a member of my flock so long that I remember Lucy being born. 19 years ago that was. It was always a delight to see them. Lucy smiled at me in the mirror. “Hello, Father Morris,” she says.
By Shane Dobbiea day ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Haha getting older certainly has its perks...so much less to prove!! Terrific stuff, as always, River. And, oh my god, that artwork!! What a gift you have!!
Nicely done.
me too
Nice one River Joy. I can relate!!!
100%
❤️😉