Gloryhole Swallow Faith [2021] May 2026

There’s a hole in the wall. Chest-high. Patched with duct tape and graffiti. On my side, I’m just knees on cold concrete. I can’t see his face. I don’t know his name, his sins, or if he voted the same way I did. I know nothing.

So yeah. I have faith. Not in God. Not in politics. But in the hole. And the swallow. And the beautiful, terrifying grace of letting the stranger on the other side be a saint, just for tonight. gloryhole swallow faith

We spend our whole lives building walls. Drywall. Ego. Prejudice. Then we drill a single hole in them just to remind ourselves that we are not an island. There’s a hole in the wall