Monday, March 23, 2015


in the beginning, there was darkness
and a shadow moved over the face of the deep.

it was kind a of a fixer upper, honestly
but it had a lot of character

so the Lord separated the darkness from the light
the waters above had to be completely redone
but the waters below were okay

the Lord made dry land
and ocotopuses, and elephants
which were both pretty good ideas, honestly

the Lord had house guests,
the Lady had let them in in the dead of night
they were broken souls
they didn't have shoes
they didn't even have bodies
but the Lady said they could have the guest room anyway

(this was so that house guests would be sacred,
and Mary would have a place to stay
on the road to egypt)

the Lady thought butterflies would be a nice touch,
so the Lord made butterflies
and roses, as an anniversary present.
He also made stars.

the order was a bit messed up.

when everything was ready,
the Lord took clay
the red kind, that would one day make alabama
and He made bodies,
so that His guests could touch
taste the mangoes, and the blackberries
and feel His breath on their skin

He took them, and put them into the bodies
the bodies, which He had made for them

'here,' He said
'these are the bodies I have made for you
this is the garden,
and there is the sea.

you are broken things.
you came in the night, and were in pieces
this is the world
which I have renovated for you.

there is salt, and honey, for wounds
there is deep water and shallow water for your souls
all the things, here
these are the things that will heal you

because you came to Me in the night,
and were broken 

Saturday, March 14, 2015

ecce ancilla Domini

bow, and give over
be it to the harsh rains
or the blade that sunders skin

Friday, March 6, 2015

in the circle cast of candle light
the friday evening glow of so much shalom
so ancient and so holy
light from the first day

there is so much peace
the quiet still of children's babble
clatter of knife on fork
pop bubbles pop
and the salt cellar wends
ley lines across the table

i reach across,
the light,
the dark void
for your heart
and wish,
like candles are stars

when i imagine you
in candle light,
or breaking bread
would that i saw peace
in your face
your heart

Sunday, March 1, 2015

haikus world cloud

Blood only appeared thirty four times. :(

the iron and the tears (I)

the unspeakable brutality of love:
my tangled hair wrapped round
his calloused hands
hot pain to the root of things

the first cut is the deepest
i feel the unseen blade
and flesh parts to a sea of red

he paints my lips
me, his scarlet whore
gory lipstick
like a slut to a dance
a vampire fresh from slaughter
and the salt seeps in
the iron and the tears
penetrate my pursed lips

until, drowning
and drowning
lungs and liquid
and there is endless love
endless brutality

the angle of the head,
the neck, the throat
the hand the holds
the burn, the throb, the gash

my chest aches,
will burst
go sigourney weaver
all over the carpet

drink, or die
his hands are rough
his voice
and i could live on it,

i am coughing, choking
drowning and drowning
and the pain goes on forever

he caresses my cheek
you can drink,
or you can die, khabeebta

like there is any choice
any choice at all.