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
Hands in her lap. Eyes clenched shut. Black swells of emotion rush 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
Evening dawned. The red sky faded to purple, to black. The artificial light from the quiet little room intensified as the sun descended into the deep. Just outside the window, the world disappeared into black. On the inside of the glass, false brightness made the gloom more forbidding. Blankets and pillows, space heaters and rugs… Continue reading Out of Body Breath
When summer is over, and the morning chill stands close by. And the years should be counted, even though they slip slower. And faster. Because the heaps of memory build up the pressure. Time, remembrance, meaning, waste. When had the yester turned into being. The now, the will, are losing their luster. Because too many… Continue reading Love Doesn’t Work, Sometimes
It is the greatest uninspired era to date. It was supposed to be the best time of our cultural existence. Where there may be too much. Information, food, choices, and leisure. But little did we know we’ve been perfecting a hidden hell that’s the envy of every people. Streets paved with treasures. Sparkling, sweet tasting,… Continue reading Can You Stand Our Story?
Naked, why could she feel that now? The distance stripped protection and calm from the surface of body. She never knew. How cold the breeze was on her skin. She never knew how lost she had become. She was free, she was not alone. She was cared for and warm. But now, it felt cold.… Continue reading Sewing Our Own Leaves Together
When he sits alone, there are the things that he won’t say To anyone But those may be the things that create a tomorrow Even if he can’t remember what they were At the bar There a lot of lonely people What are they here for? Connection, drowning, satisfaction, sadness What are they looking for… Continue reading Glasses
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
Separate wills, single wants. Distant hopes misaligned with reality. Short lived satisfaction, dreaming of the more. Intensity necessarily short, passion certainly restrained. Those things which thrill and comfort and inspire are fleeting. How many hearts hold on to that which is fleeting. How many souls long for the more. A taste of the completeness that… Continue reading Fleeting Made Whole
“Wherever you look you will find me there In the heart of a rose, In the heart of a prayer On butterflies’ wings, on wings of my own, To you I’m gone, but I’m never alone – I am home.” Death is a terrifying enemy. We all know that. Most of our lives we fortify… Continue reading Embezzled Comfort
Cindy Koch 