That you would love me ever. Even if I went astray. Wander through the darkest caves. Not far enough from your reach. Black to white there’s nowhere lost. And you won’t lose me. What if I have steadfast trust That you would call me always. Stalking never tiring of reaching for my hand. Even when… Continue reading What If I Believe 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
On the road to nowhere. Uncertain destination inspires quiet to think. Watching the horizon speed by just beyond the window. Enjoying the beauty of that world beyond and left behind. Eyes following the shoreline as far as you can see in both directions. Remembering vastly different beaches, sand and rocks, waves and seaweed. On the… Continue reading On the Road to Nowhere
Sweet song of heaven calls from above Weighting freighting the glorious clouds Soaring out pouring out she tastes the sky Ambitiously swallowed that deep song of love Clouds remain still unmoved untouched Majestic impressionistic Mighty Fortress Proudly loudly the meter resounds Vexed soil and breath reach out to clutch Swooping wind on the in-between Descending… Continue reading Heaven’s Sickening Seed
Pink flowers etched on to the couch. Faked a smile at the wilting flowers outside the window drenched by the grey. Velvet fabric mocking the outdoor fleshly petals crusting over. At one point in their life, couch and flower, they might have felt the same. But today they are not the same. Unnaturally preserved vibrant.… Continue reading Touch of Regret
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
Sometimes she lost her mind. Rinsing, chopping. Gathering stirring. What did all of it mean. Emotions that should not be making her sick with every cut slice chop. Her knife pieced the soft flesh of a zucchini, marring the vibrant green skin to show its unimpressive white insides. Vegetable triangles scatted in the wake of… Continue reading Chopped Up
Hangs there. Invisible to the eye who looks upon. Heavy upon the chest of those who breathe it. She tries not to inhale that quiet air that she cannot see. It stings the back of her tongue thickly swamping shallow into her lung. Drowning in the quiet air, gasping at the hidden tears bleeding down… Continue reading Quiet Air
But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by the people. (Psa 22:6) Small, disgraceful maggot. Chewing on the left-over garbage. Squirming in the mud, beneath the feet of people above. He writhes, they shudder. He drags across the ground, they gag. There is no honor in the disgusting… Continue reading Blessed Worm
The moment it aches, you know it’s not right. Anger, frustration, it just hurts inside. Locked in to get away. Sometimes knowing where it comes from, the words she said, the thing he forgot to do. But sometimes unable to place it, any joy or hope seems too far away. And I wonder, maybe, have… Continue reading A Better Me Wouldn’t Understand
Cindy Koch 