Dance Devil

I wonder is the devil lonely does the fire on his breath reveal a crowded or an empty room is that why he makes his home on earth to see us take his burn for a hearth watch it dance warm our hands by charring flesh that make our words turn on our tongues like...

Coming Up

Tread lightly on the soft                       spaces the ones still growing new skin I used to think this body fit for sacrifice   I couldn’t imagine it fit for anything else and have you ever tasted anxiety mixed with tequila? have you ever heard a hummingbird drumming on the bark of a tree?   the desperate pace...

Shipwreck

I would not blame Your spirit for thinking me a sinking ship one He fantasized about abandoning, I expect He has considered all the ways He could leak out of me and swim downstream back to You   I would follow Him if I could

Ballad

I know enough of death to know love is always nearby wringing her hands with the thought of how she will absorb this again how this bitter winter will warm in her open palms and it’s not an easy task no, love swallows sacrifice stomachs the loss she’s seen the ugly side of a broken...

White Knuckle

There is a certain strength that lies in your nightmares coming true hearing the bones cra/ck   (the ones you always feared would give way in a storm) and the pain does flood it rises in the house you swore to protect (but, friend, that promise was never yours to make)   the windows break...

I’m still not sleeping but

Its nights like these where the liquid sky sings me to sleep that I let the dark sink deep into my skin let it fill the spaces between my bones like slow moving oil giving new life to old parts and maybe it is this exact black hue that turns shadow into shelter reminding every...

Spring

The sun dips himself in water resting in a muddy sky pulls me under to that blurry time of water and wet and slick and rust and I can still recall the taste of iron sap in my mouth a closed fist exit wound when my head wasn’t cotton an exploding ocean of a body...

Mo(u)rning

“God is good” said through a river of tears is the nail marks inside my closed fist   the biting sting that reminds me, there is always pain inside the strength   I arrive on this shore barren by the boat of my mother’s prayers loving you has consequences   it is the rhythmic throb...

Said the Willow to Her God

This crown on my head ain’t so pretty in the setting sun they call me weeping now- a heavy price to pay for patience- tell me, how many tears does it take to move You? they say- my roots don’t grow right all tempest ‘neath the saving soil my God, there is a leak in...