Archive for the ‘ god ’ Category

Crib Death

You are dependent. An addict unfixed but still stuck, expectant. Obsessed with knowing yourself is so close to knowing. You think “As long as I have eyes, I can smile, face the world with open windows.” But beauty is not happiness– Try to see this. Think you can save yourself from high school? Tie your [ READ MORE ]

Rites of Richard Francis Burton

My wife held me. I cried, “My god I am a dead man!” The black camel outside my tent in the desert, outside my house in Trieste, finally saw me. God stood over me with forked beard and iron cane, said, “You owe for the flesh, not to mention the spirit.” He poked me in [ READ MORE ]

Ode to the Unspeakable

There is blankness and then there is the difference between it and the edge of a line, where black encounters white and shadows with nothing to stand behind begin to outstretch across the blank lines of a growing poem. The words all might reveal themselves in the first flickering of pen in hand, but it [ READ MORE ]

Town of Babel

In the town of Babel we spoke in trees and in the gleam of winter sunlight crossing itself over coats of ice, the sound of cold water running itself into icicles. There is no garden to leave, only a garden to be in. No language to speak, only something to speak of. In the town [ READ MORE ]

Flood

The flood is the color of your lips, comes flowing at me swollen with a kiss. “It is not me, just the ocean in five bottles Are these my hands that hold them or the ghost of an ocean upright?&#[ READ MORE ]

Temple

The water droplet walking down my nose – Through me, you can see the dust that floats inside of everything. *** The air is orange this afternoon. At night the snow does its best to fade to black, doesn’t it? My eyes can’t open the window curtains you close against the last strains of gray. [ READ MORE ]

Faith

The stars get farther away, and yet more aligned, when I allow them to stretch back into the sky. *** If I sit in a field of overgrown grass and forget my sense of depth, why does the falling snow form lines of white from ground to sky? *** There is no difference between depth [ READ MORE ]

Buckshot

Happy God - Teach me again to trust myself. I need to see the beautiful colors on the other side of the stucco ceiling. I must make amends with my imperfections - let my lips drink in the senselessness of tulip feathers Blue - like the sky wouldn’t be without clouds. Lenses and spoons that [ READ MORE ]

A Reflection on Writing and Existence

In the beginning there was god. God was everything. He divided himself into light and shadow and air and water and water and land and so on and so on. Some of the pieces could see the other pieces and give them different names, but they could not see god. Some thought god was another [ READ MORE ]

Prana

I expect Love to come from the Heart of God *** Interesting, then, that god speaks Sometimes in thunderclaps, Sometimes in other kinds of friction– Wind through leaves grass and tree branches, air that creaks in floorboards, ceiling beams, and bed-springs In warm breath falling behind my ears saying, sometimes, I love you through god’s [ READ MORE ]

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