By: Safiyyah Motaib was walking down a road one day met a spider and thought I’d listen to what he had to say was 63 years old he said while he weaved golden thread around, silver stars he looks into when…

By: Scott Thomas Outlar The spiders come out at night, weaving their wicked webs of entangled deception, seeking to capture prey that has been blinded by the darkness. This is not a complex thought. There is not a fount of wisdom…