Poetry

Weather In Heaven

I am the part of God who strolls in a garden rejecting motion and all that is outside the garden, as cherub statues only look away, only look outside for flowers that bloom elsewhere, flowers to pluck and place in their stone hard hair while they pretend to be anything other than indifferent. I am… Continue reading Weather In Heaven

Poetry

God Doesn’t Remember

What is the night sky but an amount of empty space of which we can speak while never truly grasping? And if everything has a companion opposite, then is it not logical that an opposite of this dark infinite space exists as a vast universe of light? And how do we describe God if not… Continue reading God Doesn’t Remember

Poetry

Torment

Curled up in deceptive thoughts chilling a path through my soul. One foot in, one foot out, a captive audience with nowhere to go but down. It’s not fearlessness that wins the night but hopelessness, knowing the faces of the lashes coming, knowing they can be taken, knowing the day will dab the wounds dry.… Continue reading Torment