When my black butterflies come
with their razor wings that make me bleed,
and they darken the horizon as far as eye can see,
(And the black butterflies come,
with their razor wings that scratch and screech
on the chalkboard of my heart, to start to suck the nectar out…)Read More »
I wondered what calm was, so guessed at what was calm.
I investigated- sunrise, sunset?
But such vivacity should not surprise me from a ball of fire.
This dawn is more alive than the people of this city.
It is raring for a fight, while empty souls hold zombie eyes.
This is where the war takes place.
It wants to wake them up.Read More »
Someone, stop it!
The thing I would end if I could but I can’t
because I am not in control. God,
help us. Why do you let this be?
For I have heard the roar of an inhale exhale human distress
twice. I have held despair that can’t get up
off my lap, have seen anguish,
and I do not have I can I should
not, not. I, why-Read More »
I thought it was a picture,
and I wanted to turn it into a song,
so I kept trying to look and gaze it in,Read More »
Confidence lies in the eyes of the matron,
sufficiently down to earth to know
the grounds on which her legs
hold her up.
By the shore, her giving smile
shines like a lighthouse,
lets the drowning know that unlikeRead More »
Oh, formless Father,
what is it like to receive
the kisses I give?Read More »
Brianna, soon to be a bride,
calls me, tells me she thinks she
and Tanner should elope.
Soon after, at the bridal shower,
I read in a game, a list of quotes of Guess: The Bride Or Groom Said Which,
a line saying- We should elope.
…Everybody got the right answer.
I guess I’m not the only one
who heard that sort of talk.Read More »
“All to himself, the high king had you.
He gloried in this so much that he
would give it up to glory in it more,
and only enough for him
to glory in it more-…”
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I want to survive so bad
that I could take a pill that takes
away desire to live if it
would give me the strength to get by.
And perhaps I shall.
But I only know of one of those,Read More »
I remember drowning
how God knelt upon the sea
and placed a gift behind me,
and my anxiety,
of what was inside and whether
it could keep me alive,
but I did not want
to squeeze the package.Read More »