When A Fireball Lands
What happens when the fireball in the sky lands in your dream and you have to listen to its flames? When you have to make sense of the blazing language that climbs up on your tongue and starts it ...
The Journey of New Birth
I heard it was possible, without returning to the womb, to be reborn into freedom. But I didn’t realize freedom is a journey of admitting, a journey of saying aloud what has only been whispered, an ...
Overcomers
Together we mined our histories with feathers. We remembered when lies blew out the light, leaving us partially blind, imprisoning all we held precious. One of us kicked in her own blood, another ...
My Dream of the Rapture
It was beyond profound as ministerial as light on water, as a sapling, cured of all pathogens, bored through by a bloody thorn, threaded with transparent love, flung from eternity’s shores, looping, ...
Wailing Wall Prayer
The quarrel with myself continues hour by hour – no reconciliation – little ascents and collapses, a turning back, retreating, the same ground appearing, less defined in compromised light, signs ...
She Dreams
In the dream that turned out to be her life, she slept by springs of living water, clothed body and soul, in the water’s skin, attended to by buttering angels carrying all she needs – protection, ...
She Thinks
She wasn’t always so fluid, she thinks. This is a desperate thought. By desperate, she means she captured it from a large crowd of vying thoughts. By fluid, she means she fears leaking out of. ...
She Dreams
In the dream that turned out to be her life, she slept by springs of living water, clothed body and soul, in the water’s skin, attended to by buttering angels carrying all she needs – protection, ...
Begging, Bargaining,
> Beseeching God to Fulfill My Desires – “‘The messenger of the covenant whom you desire, Will come,’ says the Lord Almighty.” – Malachi 3:1 Begging God for Mercy – “For in You (Christ Jesus) the ...
Displacement
Displacement During the lonely night of universal disagreement, I listened to the coyotes’ wincing cries. I considered our divided histories of moons waning and moons waxing, and still, no peace ...
Veteran’s Day
As you can see by this magnificent image, my cousin David Eckels TREAT YOURSELF is a skilled photographer. This year we’ve engaged in a serendipitous dialogue between his images and my poems. ...
Mute We Waited
When The Great Archer stood upon the uppermost crag of scrambled complexity He stood not alone. Nearest the elbow holding the bow — the Begotten One to send ahead. On opposite flank — ...