Crucible

Church and State worlds collide
Test in fire, testified
Charred credos petrified

Which alloy will I join?
(Which side of the same coin?)

Chew on esculent verse,
Or pledge allegiance to the curse? Read More

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Walk On Water

Painting by KJ Burk

Swept dust and powder
Crumbling asbestos ceiling tiles
Itchy eyes and dried-up skin
Radon and foundation sealant in the crawl space
Paint to cover the mold
Paint to cover what little I have
Head games by reproaching blood(y)
Relations (or my head?) Read More

Newborn

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Photography by Melissa Landres

Baneful acts to free will bullet-hole the planet like an inanimate target; yet I still believe in the miracle of birth, how a newborn baby can bring joy like little else we humans can experience in this existence. How when one looks into a pair of eyes still swirling with creation, Read More

Touch

Painting by Beata Belanszky Demko

Do miracles rise from the cracked crust of the earth,
each new world existing both for, and because of divine love?
Do you dip into one pool and each ripple is a new-born dream manifest
as human on earth,
as star in sky,
as song in space? Read More

Our Sins

Photography by Manuel Libres Librodo Jr.

We like miracles because they are now,

Not because they are from God.

We use God’s love because it serves us well,

Forgetting that without it, we would be dead.

We watch our loved ones sleep

And pray to God they do his will

And then grow afraid of his will.

There lacks congruence in what we Read More

May Baby, A Year Later

Photography by Amaya Engleking

“Little Lomy Loo” turns one today and she’s wobbling around pretending she’s Janis Joplin with her deep “blues” scowl she’s had since infancy, or eating dirt or dandelions, or giving me open-mouth, ready-to-nurse kisses on my cheekbone. And believe it or not, I’m nostalgic for her unmedicated, home water birth! Here is the full story for anyone needing the inspiration or who is curious about the miracle of birth.

Gospel Isosceles

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My May baby. As you made the conviction that you were ready to be born into this world and slip today, May 19, 2016 from eternity into this strange design of time and measures, I ate the first cherries of the season. Once again and forever, these cherries taste sweeter when I talk to God.

At around 12:45am, some cramping woke me up but I didn’t think much of it since I’d been having irregular cramping for weeks. Plus, my due date was still three days away and I’d been convinced because of Qohelet’s birth that there was no way this baby was going to play by the rules either. But after about an hour of laying in the dark under almost-full moon-shine while the mild rushes came about every ten minutes or so, I asked Joshua not to go to work today. We heard Qoey stirring so while my…

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Oxidation

Painting by Jaanika Talts

What’s so dangerous about a free radical?  Caring not to ask the mob: masters of puppetry and coquetry, who individually dare not splash in the puddle and ruin their batteries and silk, I let the question drift away…but like sea foam, it still hugs Read More

Tribal Land


Driving north of Ignacio, the blue star kachina and the angled faces of Chimney Rock, cabbage and carrots shredded into Planck-slaw: the frequency so low it twirls in no pattern.  Quanta emitted from this body therefore is great, hot, and feels like Read More

Uncarving Lines

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Art by Giulia Bernardelli

Reading Crime and Punishment in the dark and wet rural Chinese winter and Joshua got sick with a fever on the border town.  Wanting to kill the nihilist prick, “Rodya,” I explored the streets alone and brought back a paper bowl of noodles.  The inherent problem with writing is that it delineates thought and action.  Can we write and free ourselves from further categorization, further erring by playing tricks that depend on the duality illusion? Read More