Monthly Archives: April 2024

Three (TW: Child SA)

Even at the age of three

As I slid my feet

Between the sheets

I hope that this will finally be

The last night that

He comes for me

That my sign shows

“No Vacancy”

Not cancer as I’m born to be

According to astrology

A quintessential homebody

Too close to the family

The backwash of a broken tree

Fueled on by catastrophe

I am an apostrophe

surrounded by parenthesis

I am stripped of every modesty

Unrequited progeny

Without a verbal loquacity

Hidden horrors and atrocities

Indigo child anomaly

His rejection of monogamy

Forced his vain idolatry

As if I believed, not him, but me

Responsibility for his tragedies

Repulsive as his fingers be

Lollipops he offers free

What treachery is the “non-candy”?

I was cradle rocked deceptively

Robbed of my autonomy

Even at the age of three

As I slide my feet

Between the sheets

I pray that this will forever be

The last night that

He comes for me.

Whatever The Face (VIDEO)

The poem I wrote after speaking with a woman who was dealing with profound grief amidst the loss of many kinfolk, including her son.

Whatever the Face

You don’t need permission to be angry with God
You’re not less of a human or any more flawed
It’s okay to yell, to scream, and to shake
To groan under your burden while your heart aches
To feel like you’re in it, totally alone
The weariness digging down deep in your bones
You don’t need permission to question your faith
To want something different than the cards that have played
You’re perfectly normal to deny what is true
The mistakes that were made that you can’t undo
Rejecting condolences because then “IT” is real
Bargaining, begging, willing to make deals
Wherever your God is, whatever the face
Know that you’re held in comfort and grace
The shoulders you cry on, the prayers that are offered
Are all given up to the ultimate Author

Altar Building (Video)

This is how I perceive a ceremony we do at our church called Altar Building.