Tag Archives: God

Emily

Under the table, mouse lifting crumbs to God’s lips– a banquet for two.

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Dylan Thomas

He, master of waves, sang in his chains like the sea– awful row with God.

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Ecstasy 101

True solar eclipse, when Teresa took the plunge of Love’s gilded spear.

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Silhouette

Baring a life sentence of notes and text, the steady bow executes its awful rowing toward God in marginal silhouette.

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Riversong

Show us where it is you’re dying, the silent ebb and roaring tides of dark, expose to us, with a scalpel’s exactitude, the finite lineage of your deepest wounds and locks, and we promise that the light’s searing of naked … Continue reading

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Thursday’s Child

Wrapped snugly in a blanket of godlight, Thursday’s child indwells the symmetry of tigers burning bright to leave tracks on empty.  

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Arc

Starstruck, and wrestling within mortal coils, God’s lucid fame overshadows the cast of our solitary arc.

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Wish You Were Here

Send us postcards from your loneliest places, your fault-lines and secret rivets, send us words and we promise not to burn them, we promise that something of the ineffable will stick, as if a lasting thorn in God’s bruised paw.

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Film Treatment

God in the small details, the Devil in the abstract— in between, Us, the stuff stars are made from, on the cutting room floor.

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Cloud Nine

Dylan Thomas falls from his barstool in Heaven— God, tending bar, picks him up, turns to Job—Who am I to judge?

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