Flood Control Project

Labored Breath

Morning smoke billows through cracks of broken windows, and the air tastes of iron—like rusty old coins on the tongue. Even the wind tires of threading through the same narrow streets, brushing past faces that have forgotten the taste of…

Jesus For President!

October was just another month passing: scorching afternoons, no grand promises for anyone to await—just another stretch of time before the long-awaited Christmas holidays. Nobody focuses on it. This time around, however, one viral video ensured that everyone would remember…