Tag Archives: grace
Above all else, (she told me, her smile a glowing sickle) dignity and grace, for each and every soul on this planet, no one above, no one below, and everything I mean everything you truly need to know you’ve already … Continue reading
The greatest lies I learned as a child seperated my soul from its choir, a violent breaching that took the littlest me to the far ends of my self, where I found, in dwelling, Beauty, untrammeled, opening her palm to … Continue reading
You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock, and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs … Continue reading
To sway, with corset no more to bind, hips parlaying grace, to rivet greening desire.
I have heard her sing, lungs, founting with light, to braid dark hours into grace.
The lushest red rose, a fragile torch passed, to grace whatever comes next.
Psychically dismembered since birth, Grace walked her palms to her feet, and prayed that everything lost, in between, would return ritually transfigured.
It has finally come, bearing a fount of bruised petals, blood-pink and white and reigning silvered silence, the year the meek inherit the earth, the plight of sensuous souls flown within to claim tenderest grace on loan from God’s rimless … Continue reading
Through the grace of repetition, the writing life grounded in the slow, wistful measures of wellspring’s fortune.
Fasting on remedial prayers, hunger flinting the strike of peerless light at tunnel’s end.