Tag Archives: devotion
We are God’s longing to know herself on intimate, unfettered terms, human to the radiant touch and tenderest basking, infinitely unlearned. Advertisements
The ongoing rabble and cinematic narrative in my mind is finding how nourishing and full and tender the heart can grow steeped in silence alone.
Anya I long to reach you only because I know that you are unreachable. It keeps my longing in a chrysalis state, a cocoon state. Nothing ever grows, it simply hums and palpitates and aspires toward growth. It is the … Continue reading
One thing we cannot recover is time. And perhaps every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a fool-hero on a desperate quest, sets himself this glorious, impossible task, the solvent recovery of time through the mortal fetters of a merciful … Continue reading
I was young, fevered and full of hope. My heart, green in its country, desired to push lightning through blooms, to cherish brightly in a thousand different directions at once. It was and always has been about rounding dreams from … Continue reading
Devotion, the day you ink small miracles in a palm not your own.
Intimacy, the skeining of desire bound by recourse.
Abiding the testimonial of scattered crumbs and clefted petals, I will follow you the snaky length of impossible and hidden places; I will follow you, claiming the hem of your shadow as my guide.
I tucked my hand into Anya’s armpit and guided her into the bathroom. I closed the door behind us. Anya immediately dropped to her knees and began puking into the toilet. A lot of it splashed onto the … Continue reading