If we could only see a word. Beginning as a bubble somewhere deep inside, filling with meaning and pictures and referents as it rises to the mind. Floating gently or thrashing turbulently behind the eyes, waiting to be released. Finally, the mouth opens, the fingers twitch. Blinding rays from the external exposure reach inside for… Continue reading Can You See A Word?
Play with me Make a move My turn Your turn Remembering the rules Drawing and discarding The hand that we are dealt Guarded and careful Count your steps Place that piece I stop You roll Frustrating waiting Shifting spaces On the mass produced gameboard Peeling and faded Played by fate Don’t you cheat I quit… Continue reading A Game
I am not the first one to desire such a release. The words are tangled behind memories and niceties and responsibilities and passion. Bound up between the arteries and the soul. Congealed in the stomach and in the timeline. I want the words to come out. All at the same time, I don’t know if… Continue reading Internal Bleeding
Man and woman, made in His image, after His likeness. Man and woman, the final creations, handed dominion and glory. Man and woman, created by God, made by God, more like God, than any other beast. Man and woman, a reflection of the Almighty, crafted to do what the Almighty could do. God spoke words,… Continue reading God Made Us Like Gods
Hands in her lap. Eyes clenched shut. Black swells of emotion rushing from deep behind her eyes down to the pit of her stomach. Sketchy scenes replay from her past as if from a damaged filmstrip. Shameful thoughts and conversations bring an uncontrollable shudder from the depths of her soul. For a second, she lets… Continue reading Broken is Not Enough