Vultures, skeletons, soldiers and demons

I’ve got more bones to pick with god than vultures in a graveyard. The skeletons in my closet have formed an army battling my mind. These soulless, skinless shells of men still bleed like my own skin, still claw at the questions. They’ll never win.  I’ve got more bullets in my gun than will to...

Ask the angels to sing me to sleep

Pray for me. To your pagan gods and restless saints, weary from the moving of your lips. Sacrifice your animals, your food, your children. Sprinkle blood like sewing seeds - carefully and everywhere. Pray for me. Chant, dance, medicate. Call upon your ancestors as your feet make clouds in the dust. Let them intercede on...

A bush on fire doesn’t mean you’ve found God

Where there is smoke, there is fire, but there is no God. Listen carefully and you might survive this inferno. Hold your breath and don't choke on tears. No one is here to hear you. You don't recognise the shape of your skin. Extinguish your incense; smother your flames. Burning doesn't mean power; a bush...

Nobody puts baby in the corner

Nobody puts baby in the corner. But he did. And it wasn't the first time. And it wasn't the last time. And it wasn't the worst time - she'd been through hotter hells than this a thousand times before. He thought he could save her - pull her up by her hair - help her...

This is not my home

I pray in my mother tongue to a God they call Father. I feel like an orphan surrounded by a family I can’t yet call my own – my home. This is not my home. My body is not my home. This body is not my home.

The secrets my skin will never tell you

I am most alive in that wild moment before death. Eyes clocking every corner for possible escape. Heart racing but my legs not moving. Skin tingling. I have more than just my name beneath this skin. More than painted skies; more than grey lines and worn out lies. My veins are just seams unstitched too...

The spirit will carry me across the blue

I burn my tongue whenever I say your name. The syllables are hot coals behind my teeth branding the letters onto my lips, love. Marry me and I will never be out of time or trust. Let me tread easy the staircase of your ribs to the altar of your Hail Mary. Carry me into...

Dear church | On whores and unanswered Holy things

Dear church, understand that this is not an attack. I have burning questions and I entreat you to remember my heart as you read this. It is a heart looking for answers – looking to reconcile. A heart hoping to understand a little bit of why you do what you do, why you are what...