Poems and posts about life, creativity, and God
buzzing in front of me,this annoying creaturewith no other purposein thismundanelifethan to provoke. I stretch my hand outto catch you,miss,then,swipe again.succeed. I crush you within my grasp—fingers clutching palm.friction ofa calloused handsqueezing soft tissueand guts,your body barely visible. a black and red speckwet withremains. what must you have thoughtas it happened? those last few seconds…
when I was a young tike,like 3 or 4,it was just my mom and Iliving in a small apartment,on the secondof three floors. oh, and we had a cockatielnamed Max. also at this time,my mom was dating this guynamed Eric.he was a cool guy.I liked him. anyway,one night,my mom is studyingfor a college examand it’s…
an innocent man,bore the burdenof sinfor all mankindand then wasbrutally executed. the spotless lambled to slaughter. He was:beaten.spat on.mocked. yet, He forgave.oh yes, He forgave! flogged and whipped,back torn to shreds—muscles and tendons exposed.clothes ripped and frayed.rivers of bloodstreamed down his sides.a crown of thorns waspressed into his fleshandnails were driventhrough his hands and feet.then…
once a cat,now a carcass. tattered fur matted to rotting flesh.alabaster bones exposed,crushed into fragments. entrails strewn out along the lane marker,sticky and congealed.parts of you traveled on,even after death,tire marks leading away from the crime sceneinto the night. all 9 lives consumed at once. once preyed on birds,now preyed on by birds. lone wanderer…
the bell over the doorchimesas it opens and closes.upbeat music playsfrom scattered speakersover the dinof casual conversationand scraping chairs. abstract artandburlap bags arepinned to the walls. on the shelves:fresh baked goodsbehind clean, transparent glass—windowed rows ofglazed sugar confectionsandshiny, ventedheat-sealed bagsof Arabica coffeepacked into rowslike soldiers. also:gleaming metal tumblersand glistening ceramic mugs. the line gathers, andthe…