Spiritual

Youth

All alone in the garden reaching for the light shining so bright a star upon the field of night embrace me as I lay upon this rock holding hands with...

Somewhere

somewhere in time, we could be happy. somewhere where there are no people, no places or things. somewhere, our love could last forever, but the truth...

the stolen child

she was stolen thought special, locked in a room, asked to be the messiah, the savior of souls for a dead world. they fed her shit her soul bled like...
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Cherry

From a Stopping Train (Poetry Monthly)

A fleeting glimpse from a window... in her small backyard, all wrapped up in a winter-jasmine wind...

Dear

do not close upon me as curtains close after a show. let the spirit of God bestow upon us the lighted peacefulness of the world. how silent is the...

The book of the prodigal son’s daughter

and even after we go to meet our maker there’s an alley separating us apparently in two rows of angels and saints some with their head towards...
Cherry

The Butterfly And The Darkness

The darkness had consumed the whole world but it had left one small bright thing alive; a butterfly; not the most beautiful and bright of all...
Cherry

everything I once knew

Everything I once knew Grows apart and forgotten Like some dull stick Scarred and mutilated. The need to believe in – hope Hopeless Hazy eyed and...
Cherry

Bible John 2

I clutch the handle of my holdall, with my purse secure inside. ‘I’m not sure,’ I say. I hold a leaflet out as a shield. ‘Perhaps she’ll get some of...