Grit between his teeth. Dry overcoming his mouth and his cheek. Slowly sucking all of the moisture out of his tongue. And the metal taste of sour dust was the only thing left. The drink of moisture only in his memory, there was no more wet. Not anymore. There was only a dream of what… Continue reading Kiss of Dust
Yesterday was like the others A cup of coffee over sentences Nothing anyone couldn’t be for anybody But your ordinary sound won’t leave my mind alone Its midnight and the dark won’t pull me down to the deep Angles gave up & left my soul to keep Minutes still spinning and there’s no relief Wonder… Continue reading Sang Me To Sleep
There are times when a touch on my skin has made it crawl. I remember this feeling most clearly when I was pregnant and the crazy hormones pulsed throughout my body. Every sense was heightened during that strange and wonderful nine months. During that time, most everything that touched me sent prickles down my spine… Continue reading Don’t Touch Me
Savior Save you. Now. A meaning and purpose on my own is nothing with out you Washing away my own to own another Save you now Atone. My own. Hosanna alone. Are you mine alone? The demon you can’t face Fills my home Now. Savior Save me. By my safe embrace While your face looks… Continue reading Save You, Save Me
“Walk the walk”. When I hear that phrase, I know that it means something for me. Get it together. There is a way you should be acting and things you should be doing. Generally, I think I'm a pretty good person and I think I do what I’m supposed to. But when I hear about… Continue reading Who Are You to Walk the Walk?
Escaping to nothing. Floating in the blackness of the ocean. The pitch wet pricked under the back of her hair. Rushing chills from her neck, down the skin, inside her spine, scraping the icicles over each and every vertebrae. In an unknown empty where she couldn’t see what was coming, swimming, under the slicked oil… Continue reading To Nothing
Settled in the sand. Sun on her shoulder. Sweet quiet wind across the shoreline. Steady and constant whisper of waves running wet fingers up the beach could barely touch her. Laying there, just far enough away from the fondling foam to feel its icy shock on the tips of toes. In and out, water breaking,… Continue reading See Yourself As You Are
What is it that directs our hearts and minds on that which is tragic? Of course, we all know the trap of this life. That all is moving toward decay and everything will die. This philosophy is what we naturally dwell on. Is it because we are scared of what it means, that we can’t… Continue reading Beauty is Worth Repeating
They know how to keep us coming back. Give us just enough to have us running back for more. A sprinkle here, a taste there. But not too much… Just a little bit of Jesus. Most Bible studies are very good at this. A nice story, a few interesting word studies, a little bit of… Continue reading Just a Little Jesus
There is something seductively pure about a reality untainted by touch and physicality. Existing in the perfection that is unseen and imagined, there is the assumed possibility of no flaw, no grit, and no blemish. But untouched and unfelt also bears the greatest chance of impossibility. Too good to be true. That we will only… Continue reading Touch This Body
Cindy Koch 