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
A deadly disease is sweeping our nation, one which you may not even be aware. Some have felt the tragic effects in their own families, many more are affected by it and not even know the symptoms. In fact, the sickly demeanor and lifestyle has become so commonplace in our society, those who suffer terribly… Continue reading Blind
She hadn’t heard any screams. No crashes or anything out of the ordinary. Nothing jolted her awake as it should have. The air felt different, she remembered. Pillows and sheets and blankets, swaddled her with naivety that every thing was the same as when she sent to bed last night. Her mouth was sticky and… Continue reading It Ended With a Whisper
The good. The polite. The kind. Soft and steady. Calm and ready. Serving in love. But what if I serve in dissent. The hard. The bitter. The abrasive. Impious and unexpected. Alone and unprotected. Could it be good And used for his glory. Or just as a foil In his pre-determined story. This may be… Continue reading Vocation of Dissent
It looked like an old piece of paper, stuck to the bottom of the cardboard box in the attic. The kind of trash that most people wouldn’t even give a second look to. At the end of the cleaning day. When there was such an abundance of meaningless old papers that would have to journey… Continue reading When Words Meant Too Much
It is a most pleasurable and painful need of His image. To speak, to sing, to form, to make. Our hands were sculpted to press a moldless form into beauty. Our eyes were crafted to dream color into a dark grey vision. Our lips were shaped to taste the ever-sweeter sensations that we could conceive.… Continue reading Only One Can Survive
Losing since her first breath In a place of nowhere Untouched alone and quiet Eye to eye, thigh to thigh What did she have to know To wander from that sound Choose was is or what could be Playing happy, weren’t you happy? Where did she have to go To find a place of meaning… Continue reading Finding Lilith
I always assumed I was me. You know, my thoughts, my decisions, my actions. They belong to a self, a center, a person, that I have secretly known from my first breath on this earth. The me I would comfort in the middle of the night when I was scared of the invisible snakes under… Continue reading Confessions of a Writer
He doesn’t know. You know the answer. You want him to know the answer. You know it will help. You know it’s the only thing that will help. We look around at this crumbling world and we see the hopelessness. Families are pasted together, trying to ignore the tears and scars that will not heal.… Continue reading Hopeless Answer
Cindy Koch 