brother, my brother! why do you slumber? why do you sleep? the world awaits you, yet still you close the curtains, and draw your eyelids shut. what monsters hide in the closets of your infant mind? what horror lurks in the shadows of your anxious thoughts? will you never rouse yourself, and see the morning … Continue reading brother, my brother!
if the undoing of my body is the doing of my spirit, then i shall be undone. this body is a cross, and how i wish i could rid myself, of its weight. surely wood might be easier to bear. idols of wood and stone we do not worship. Baal has been formed from, blushed … Continue reading body/baal
2019. WHAT A FREAKING YEAR. Hills and valleys doesn't quite seem to do it justice. To say that I was ecstatic to raise my glass and ring in the new year last week is an understatement. I was done with 2019. Done. Was it really that bad? Probably not. At least, not as bad as … Continue reading What I Learned In 2019
there is no earthquake violent enough, no whisper small enough, no atom or attempt at love unseen, unheard, uncaught by his Spirit. does he not fill the heavens? do you think that little earth might contain him? there is no darkened room, no space in between intimate bodies, no edge of a roof, no opened … Continue reading atom/earthquake
the wheel turns, the chandelier swings, and chains only break when mad men decide to break them. life isn't some sort of gambler's paradise, nor is it a puppet show. life isn't linear, it's cyclical, tumultuous, and ambivalent. no donkey interpreted the words of the angel for me, i was the donkey. the prophet beat … Continue reading ambivalence
it turns out that vomit, tastes like vomit. pig feed tastes like pig feed. forbidden honey tastes like honey. to trade the sweetness of your presence for the taste of perversion, was foolishness, it was harlotry. the mountain smokes, and cigarettes smoke too. say your marriage vows with your fingers crossed, behind the back, or … Continue reading vomit/waiting
worry will not overtake me. fear will not consume me. my eyes do not rest on sin, but on the one in whom my soul finds rest; the one whom my heart quickens to greet, eagerly. Awake, awake, O Heart! Christ has given you fresh blood, pure and holy, to cleanse your chambers, and renew … Continue reading cleanse/arteries