at last the Lord he said to me “you’re on your own, I set you free for Father lays in morbid state His body cold, His coffin draped with the wings of seraphim   so there’s no need to look for Him”   and heaven locked the golden gate to paradise where mothers wait, my […]

when death’s cold hand takes me down and flesh and bone lay underground will my soul just cease to be with all its precious memory   or will it fly on golden wing to places where bright angels sing or lost ones moan and demons weep and wail in vain in fiery deep   does […]

I was free for a minute — not all of me but enough that I could finally breathe   i took it all in, too — swallowed all of it at once, fearful of the inevitable loss, and held it warm against my old manbones as long as I could, my soul dancing like a […]

after you left there was nothing, all of it scraped out, the torso hollowed, the heart the lungs the liver, gone the eyes plucked, the tongue removed, the rest just empty, sprawled dead drunk across sheets that still smelled of you, of your hair, of the taste of everything you were and I wondered how […]

this cocoon of bone and flesh, its frail innards a mass of soft truths, of secrets, and wishes, of regrets and things missed at the time or almost forgotten   this damp chamber where the restless soul waits, pressing the sternum, anxious to spread its bright wings 1