Giving it all up. Killing the fattened calf. Laying it all down. Raising the knife. A ritual preparation for the spilling of blood, the spilling of soul. The stripping away of life. On a white cloth altar. So you can see. Better make sure it is worthy. The sacrifice I bring. Do I respect it… Continue reading Sacrifice: That’s Not What I Desire
Freedom is knowing Knowing is freedom choosing un-choosing what you now choose know Freedom to care or not care or un-care if you once cared, too much Freedom is not knowing what they say you should know and not caring at all when you don’t
There are no other words quite as precious as forgiveness. They are discovered deep in the dank depressions. Dirty, smelly, crusty covered in the slime of sin. Buried under years of ignorance, months of misunderstandings, hours of self-righteousness, they are trampled upon as each day passes. We will probably step right over them, looking to… Continue reading For Those Who Dig for the Gospel
She didn’t know why she had never tried it before. Over the years, she could think back to plenty of times when it could of happened. Remembering herself from a previous era, she was quite surprised, actually, that it was only now that she had ended up in this moment. Fingers down her calf, meeting… Continue reading Pretending
Unsure and afraid. Nothing had been constant in her life, and it was just a matter of getting through the day without having any great expectations. Long ago during pigtail years, her father promised to come and take her to the zoo. But after hours of watching for his scratched and beaten blue Honda out… Continue reading The Deadly IF
The new self reflective worry. The latest social conspiracy that she now has to wonder about. The most recent awakening to victimization, that has to reach down deep and test the soul. What if they are talking about her. What if she became caught up in something that she never saw coming. What if she,… Continue reading Chosen Vulnerability
Toe touches the bare floor. A drum beat pulses through bone skin blood. Currents of an unpredictable rhythm tickle the senses. And she begins to dance. Hair pouring over and under. Hips and thighs swivel too fast, too slow. A finger draws up lightly, feeling every sensation. Blur of a color, and swirls of many,… Continue reading Dangerous Dance
Lounging in her chair sipping on a Corona, it looks like paradise incarnate. Sun shining from above, grass between her toes below, what more could a citizen of this earthy realm desire? Land of the free and home of the brave, ease and convenience, comfort and peace, she has the potential to satisfy every desire… Continue reading America is Not Free
Cindy Koch 