Sep 8, 2015
My mother’s faith began with a pack of cigarettes (menthol miracle) and a nap with a Western Civ textbook on her chest dreaming of jeans in a sea of togas. She met Jesus on the Mount and then in buckskins, asleep, seven feet tall. He opened his eyes at her from a...
Feb 19, 2015
“From dust you came and to dust you shall return.” Empty powder blown into a strong wind. A hollow city steeped in darkness, lifeless shell of a kingdom with no energy to even let itself burn. Tears streaked in grey and brown, stomach barren and eyes raw,...
Jul 14, 2013
If you’re the meditative type, maybe you’ll meander down where the trails wind around the old memorial with the stern-faced soldiers pushing the flag into the ground across the way from the endless smooth, white headstones stretching in such straight ranks for what...
Apr 15, 2013
Sunlight bursts its way through the curtains I’ve pulled tightly shut and rolls my reluctant body out of bed, cursing and grumbling the whole way down an hour and a half after my alarm went off. Shower in a fog, dress haphazardly, and stumble down the stairs,...
Apr 14, 2013
I feel like this is sort of cheating for NaPoWriMo because this is a poem I wrote before, just slightly reworked for my poetry class. I’m not sure that I like the revision. If you want to see the original version, you can check it out here. Enjoy! Lucifer sits...
