She limps and sets her eyes beyond you. Watching your youthful steps from the unfocused peripheral. Inside focused on you seamless steps over cracks and curbs. That she remembers in her bones, and can’t bring her broken body walk such carefree ways. He scuffs a mismatched shoestring underneath a too loose boot. Layers of the… Continue reading People Walking
For years I was told that church was a place of refuge. My pastor spoke of this mighty fortress of strength. My Sunday school teachers taught about this safe place of pasture. My parents talked about these people as if they were familiar relatives. And so I just assumed that church was a good place.… Continue reading Fireplace Church
Is it the same. Fire burning my insides. The same kind of pain that also burns you. Does it feel the same. Ripping tearing at the what-ifs. Sickening vomit stirring pleasure. I wonder if you feel it, inside up through deep throat and under. I thought I saw you, pull it back, behind that stare,… Continue reading The Same
Cindy Koch 