There are some questions that we never knew people would be asking. It is even more strange that we are now baffled to answer such simple questions like, what is a girl? But, I think we have realized that this is no longer a simple question. What IS a girl? And how do you teach… Continue reading How To Teach a Girl Who She Is
Her heart hurt. Not because she was physically sick, or injured. Her insides felt heavy and sad. Caught in a lie, destroying the trust of her friend. Acting like an immature child, she was so disappointed in herself. She knew her words had not been not truthful. She knew her hands were doing wrong. Most… Continue reading Drink the Water
Blank words stuck Under the tongue Inside the gum I chew and meditate The words. Regurgitate. I taste too late Guilt aftertaste Harsh reprobate She’s spoken in my name I knew better It didn’t matter My words had scattered From the top-down tower They didn’t bow Or Blink or bother The Father or His breath… Continue reading Prophet
Intensify After my dream Looping in heaven Crashing to earth Drinks on the beach But cycles teach my hopefuls to die. Why is it easier to remember than to forget? One thing I remember Is everything dies. So Did it die? Or is it just sleeping? Or is that my hopefuls Again beating the horse.
From the beginning the poems began. All good things lay there. Yet no one wants to go home. To what end? We all return to the master. But my problem is His mercy Because my life breathes in The in-between. The flavor between the drink The silence when my heart’s not beating The tingle between… Continue reading Living In-Between
She daily grasps to control the uncontrolled. Cleaning from the anger. Organizing out of frustration. As she scrubs and puts away, the sweetest and most accommodating is fighting for her life. So her meaningless tasks must become meaningful. Or else the truth of her day-to-day is only glorified busywork. And the truth is demoralizing. Why… Continue reading Domesticity Masks the Demon
Of a new creation. Where one was built and spoken. Delivered after the one that already was. The afterbirth is not born alive. It is what previously sustained life. Before. Not for its own life. But after the birth. What must be born, what must be expelled, what must touch air without life. Without even… Continue reading After Birth
Silent Night. The moment before a sound. When a word was yet unspoken. The terrifying anticipation of what will be heard, and what will go on unsaid. It was the dark second before there was light. It was the shadowy instant in the Garden when the newborn sinners hid. It was the endless night where… Continue reading Silent Night
No one is righteous No one is righteous No one is righteous Not even me. So why do I think I am. Why do act like I am. Once upon a time I wanted God to think I was the one Righteous. But then I was honest No one is happy No one is bold… Continue reading No One
Pins and needles deep inside, slicing and stabbing as each second passes. There is no comfortable way to lay down anymore, every angle tingles in pain. She cringes from muscle cramps, from the frozen positions she calls relaxation. Her mind won’t stop. Her eyes won’t close. Waiting. Watching. But for what exactly? Something that will… Continue reading Something is Coming
Cindy Koch 