a declaration

eradication of the mitigation of abomination leads to desecration of the revelation through perfect propitiation for my emancipation.

winter.

scent of pine.

sight of breath.

taste of spice.

sound of wind

in lit trees

paying homage to the end

of winter.

zach’s boy

i hew roadways, always have.
spirit-boy before first breath.
kick and scream, rally and clear.
i hew roadways, i’ll scream my head off.

genesis 22

pull out the knife and bloody it with the very pledge.
up the hill and on the alter, to the very edge
of reason i have heard but little. i’m hanging even now.
put down the knife it will be bloodied with the very vow.

hosea 7

bread + wine. bread + wine
i want, i want, i want.
tantrums, tears + soggy pillows
but my heart’s not in it.
left-right, right-left
never upward. beat my chest.
bread + wine, bread + wine
i need, i need, i need.

plenty of plasma

she is exhausted.
she drags her feet from door to door
searching, spending, risking.
life leaks from her, she gushes life-blood
very nearly life-less.
she is haemorrhaging.

she hears of a man
a rumour of a man.
she reaches, she risks, she grips.
her life no longer leaks
no longer drained to dregs.
she has found the source of it.

the ache

We fear we’ll smell the rotting flesh before we even reach the entrance. We fear our senses will confirm the hunch our faithless souls anticipate. We squint, we lean, our eyes adjust. We ache, and peer longingly into the abandoned crypt. Ache suspended, suspicion aroused. Could it be…

pillow talk

Wanton am I.

“O my God, thou sweetness ineffable, make bitter for me all carnal comfort which draws me away from the love of eternal things, and in evil manner allures me to itself by setting before me some present delightful good… Give me, instead of all the comforts of the world, the most sweet balm of they Spirit, and instead of carnal love, influence with the love of thy name.” – Thomas Kempis

I return to Your bed.

Pan

“Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older” – J.M. Barrie

middle ground.

a wide ranging, one-sided war of attrition,
or the needle-eye’d, full bodied way submission?