Today at Golden Hour I stared straight into the Sun orange like henna in white hair The cataract of August humidity across its eye, I turned away quickly A warning whispered in my ear "Look and you will die." But false hope lies in careless implication Look or not, the astral face of God will … Continue reading August
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Particle
Relics can be Bones that held Together, exoskeleton: A camera initiated In the summer of hate A serving tray bought In Town - You visited with Your daughter The thermos you drank Tea in, with ritual like it was the Body of Christ, containing wine, mixed with Your blood Relics can be old CD towers, … Continue reading Particle
Midnight Calls
My body is fragile Crack me open at the seam in my Ribcage, like a damp wafer – watch the strawberry blood cake in exposed air. How many midnight calls, and dinnertime Interruptions can a heart take before the valves wear thin And the tell tale tingle moves up my arm? Doctor’s orders: I can’t … Continue reading Midnight Calls
“Be Brave”
Don't tell me to Be Brave, again, as if courage is instinct for half of us and Learned Behavior for XX chromosomes alone. As if my going out is not its own defiant act And my speaking: Bold, Direct is not akin to wielding the sword. Don't tell me Courage is: holding my tongue and … Continue reading “Be Brave”
Everyone Who Searches
And everyone who searches finds - maybe not the missing button, maybe an old note, yellowed photo with a missing corner. And you realize what you find is good enough, or better And the cardigan can do without mending - its gapping filled for now with a memory of summertime, or last year's loss - … Continue reading Everyone Who Searches
Like Paul, Like Kelly
Like Saul, Kelly Gissendaner plotted to kill the innocent. Like Saul, she was an enemy of the righteous. Like Paul, Christ spoke life into her and, because of her, many were saved. Like Paul, she was killed by the state. May we be like Paul, and like Kelly, and remember where we came from and … Continue reading Like Paul, Like Kelly
frost bitten
You'll be kind and never lose your temper and no one will misunderstand your jokes. You'll wake up early and listen to the mourning dove sing dooo dooo do-do-do low-high calling the new day good. You'll always have spare change for the panhandler at his median … Continue reading frost bitten
on suffering
If you're trying to resolve the problem of suffering and wrap it up in a neat little package, you'll only be disappointed by Christianity. Christianity doesn't answer that question. It dwells in the suffering. It acknowledges it, laments it, and looks for ways to reduce it, but it doesn't tell you why. A friend recently … Continue reading on suffering
Leah Wise 