Zuri Irvin grew up in LA and studied on the east coast. He worked in the newsroom and on the digital team at FOX Sports for four years and in social media at MLB.com for a much shorter period of time. Now he edits copy at Snapchat & draws cartoons on the side.
You, my Lord For still I am seeking the places you dwell: You, uncontainable, by which the universe swells, You cannot be set to music, nor stained With human speech; may never be captured In solitary temple or town: the
Until Morning by Philip Newton Come to me now at the end of the day When the birds are safe asleep in the thorns Your brave arms and your coffee skin Eyes wet with sleep Sun