She gripped the pink and yellow remains with both tiny hands. A little corner stuck out just above her thumb where she nervously bit to calm down. Ripping tearing thrashing by her own hand, the anxiety was too much to keep inside. That faded fabric barley covered her trembling body. But the routine of it… Continue reading Panic Blanket
A good story meets you in the midst of life. It tells you something true, something you can relate to. It abducts you. It takes your heart unexpectedly. It gives you the breath of another life as a character in the fairy tale. It becomes a reality you dream is yours. It paints a world… Continue reading Predictable Stories are the Worst
Dear Darkness, Boldly quiet, ageless grace Still and steady resting space First born calm eternal place Did you ever anticipate the downfall of your reign? The pain The bane Your slayer’s dressed in white Dear Shadow, Cools and tempers scorching ground Holds my hand without a sound Protecting shield sheltering around Were you worried to… Continue reading Love Letters to Darkness
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
Diving into the great sea of knowledge, I am drowning. Wave after wave of fact and fiction, feeling and experience crash over my head as I fight just to take a breath. Pummeling pressure keeps my eyes just below the surface, so that I can’t quite see clearly. Swell after swell, small and distant, grows… Continue reading Drowned By Knowledge
I saw them clearly. Dragging, floating, wandering over the cement. They passed through each other. Stares and phrases. Where nothing could last. And they couldn’t stop moving. Back and forth, tethered to bed and food and drink, to minute and expectation. I saw them every day. All day. And night. But I couldn’t really see… Continue reading Hungry Ghost
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
Knowledge will set you free. So we believe. Our jobs, our relationships, our future, our faith, if we just know enough about it all, where is is going and what it all means, then everything will turn out all right. If we don’t find ourselves taking that wrong turn down the path that we thought… Continue reading Knowledge: Bondage or Freedom?
It gets cold. slowly. First a chill on the tip of the nose and a numb little toe. And it cuts a little deeper inside, the darker it gets. A few minutes past sundown and the air is ice. Not only threatening from the shadows, but now stabbing from the inside. Of her throat. Down… Continue reading Cold Hope
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
Cindy Koch 