
We are not alone
in the cold, mean world we see
we always have God
Continue reading “Not Alone (a haiku)”We are not alone
in the cold, mean world we see
we always have God
Continue reading “Not Alone (a haiku)”there’s a world inside my body
begging to break free
clawing at my insides
wanting to remove me
wanting to scream in lonely forests
wanting to show me
there’s no such thing as progress
without the pain of
violent birth
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He demands I will myself to do The Good –
why do I read this?
his words are dense, archaic
on a blue-light screen
they seem
pointless in today’s age
this sorrowful, skinny man
begs me from long ago
Continue reading “Kierkegaard (a poem)”The woman sits at the window
she’s always there, she stares
at the outside world
her sallow skin a testament to an indoor existence
terrified to leave the ivy-covered house like
a cat that fears and is fascinated by the outdoors.
Continue reading “The Woman at the Window (a poem)”