Wanting or wandering freedom That doesn’t ever exist Where love is Is always a sovereign A rule maker Authority lover Who keeps and reveals the right Searching for freedom Thrills for the light And still There is sameness to see Under ocean Deep blackness Above sky bleak pressure At the bar Drink alcohol All drowning… Continue reading why?
Self reflection might kill you If you stay too long. We all know the voice inside that want to be right. Who deadens nerves and eardrums and hands When you have to listen to your self-inflicted quiet self. Who feels. Who wants. Who searches. Who wants to make you right But sometimes makes you sick… Continue reading Self Reflection
More than 3 decades have passed. I know only because the marks are scratched into the wall next to where I try to sleep. Sometimes I stare at those crooked lines, losing myself in the valleys of shadows and dust trapped in those tiny crevices. Sometimes I stay up too late counting each slash; remembering,… Continue reading Imaginary Bondage
Every Sunday, she was distracted by that picture. Tried not to look for too long, because it made her uncomfortable, but she couldn’t get it out of her head. And there, just on a forgotten wall down the church hall. She thought maybe they should have covered up that picture years ago, like all the… Continue reading What Good Girls Wear
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
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
Intently listening for the next few words, she held her breath and leaned a little closer. How could this guy know so much about me? Each word burned into her ears, exposing thoughts she couldn’t say out loud, stinging the back of her eyes. But how did he know? Embarrassed by those booming public words… Continue reading Christ Alone, But Now What
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
Cindy Koch 