Starfallen Sunpiercer: A Poem
Come, my starfallen sunpiercer bright horned clarion call unicorn. White body as exposed as a host. Lifted up fragile as the priest’s fingers, giving God... Read more.
A Smell of Burning (A Short Story)
She smelled strongly of burnt toast. “In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” The priest made a sign of the cross. “Bless me, Father,... Read more.
The Gates of Hell Shall Not Prevail
A contributor and reader wrote to me the following thoughts on the gates of hell not prevailing, which I thought would help our readers, to offer some hope in these... Read more.
I AM: A Poem
I AM the Way to heaven’s road but you cannot come with such a load of things so heavy you think you knead where only living bread will feed. I AM the treasure,... Read more.
Salome’s Dance to Freedom?
He – John the Baptist, that is – got beheaded for a party. Just goes to show, it’s not good to be invited to those sorts of parties. I wonder... Read more.
A Politically Correct Poem
Burning Child — A politically correct poem Stop. Don’t speak a word sew lips shut with wire before barbed ire aroused. We must be kindness-carnate sweet... Read more.