Headlong Into Light

In your eyes I see a paradigm shift. Days that grew into years – arid soil for budding stems –...

/ February 14, 2018

In A Safe Place

She always told us to pray in a safe place: “bury yourselves under wild thickets; drape in rosaries; wrap in...

/ January 5, 2018

The Brindled Dead

You stand before me like unbroken bedrock, a red oak ripe from Indian summer, staunch, unrelenting, crown rich in autumnal...

/ October 27, 2017

Hey Church, Stop Sad-Shaming Me

I recently heard a sermon about ‘how to avoid contentment’. It was part of an otherwise-enlightening series about ‘how to...

/ August 7, 2017

The Halls

These are halls where souls go to die. Where agony parlays grief and fluorescent beams shock minds into submission. Where...

/ June 9, 2017

When You Were Young

When you were young, spirits rose from hollow arms, petals aligned in rows, sundresses draped from hips like windblown sails,...

/ June 9, 2017

Refinery Lines

I sewed the wind into comfort for you. I whitened black night with burning glass and blackened white lies with...

/ February 22, 2017

Why The Christian Right Is Wrong

Welcome to 2017 America, where the melting pot on which it was founded burns blood black and boils over with...

/ February 21, 2017

The Color Of Fog

Disclaimer: Contains mature themes.   “You’re old enough to be my father.” Edward Cain slugged a whiskey shot and set...

/ February 20, 2017

These Barren Fields

These barren fields, wolf-grey coats of bark and dust, coarse lines bleeding trails, idle in stillness, parsed, perched, widows of breath,...

/ February 20, 2017

Chains Beneath The Fray

Blackwater rinses marrow from bone, skeletons wash ashore: backbones, ribcages, rubber cartilage calcified with salt, jellied with flesh, imprinted on...

/ February 20, 2017

Do Not Grieve For American Christianity

Do you hear that? It’s a thunderclap of emotion, a seismic reverberation of anger and sadness that beats like a...

/ February 20, 2017