I look into the glass

It is melting

My reflection



Like waves through my hands

A tidal wave

Everything is ephemeral

Everything is rice at a wedding

Trampled underfoot

The light refracts

With a misstep

We broke our mothers’ backs

It was a long labor

And the pangs echo

Like the end of the world

It is coming

Like a train

And like a tornado

Like the last rain

Before the flood



Blackberries in the Afterglow

Blackberries in the afterglow

This is June

Sighing that long sigh

That I am close to you

And the daughter in the unmown grass is swaying

In her Maid Marion gown

With purple stains all the way down

And there are so many unknowns

But we are not afraid of oceans

The little boy with the brown eyes

Says something precocious

And I am making snapshots in my mind for you

I’m taking notes

Of everything I want to share with you

While I’m dreaming of boats

Not Forever Broken

You will not be
forever broken
I promise
My Love will save you
My Love will make you whole
Breathe Me in and I promise that death will not choke you
I’ll untie the ropes of the lies you’ve been told
I am your faithfulness
I’m your commitment
The strength of My Arms is a tower:
Run into it.
You’re My heart’s desire
My treasure
My beauty
These eyes look past your failures
And see what you are truly:
What you were made for
And what my love makes thee.
I want you heart and soul,
Look in My eyes….
I’ll never give up on you.
Be My bride.

“I will betroth you to Me forever;
Yes, I will betroth you to Me in righteousness and in justice,
In lovingkindness and in compassion,
And I will betroth you to Me in faithfulness.
Then you will know the Lord.”
– Hosea 2:19-20

“The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;

To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn;

To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.” Isaiah 61: 1-3

the love of the taste of words

It’s the love itself

The love of the taste of words

The love of feeling them crawl across your fingers, and up your arms and neck,

of feeling them kiss you and bite you

and get in your bloodstream

of feeling the words transform you

by your reaction to their power

of feeling them sizzle and hiss and scream and giggle

and knowing ourselves and our world and our God

because of these

because of these



but more than that…

because of this

because of the this thing that cannot be held…

because of the love itself