Predator territory

i have marked my own body as my own territory with the steel frame of a lion on my shoulder with “courage” across the string of muscles leading to my fist with a gun on my forearm stretching out like my fingers when I reach for the trigger and still the predators come they hide...

a white blank page and a swelling rage

The rage is why I write – I have experienced my fair share of rage, and I have filled my fair share of pages. Now I entreat you – I beseech you – write. Write. For the baby used as a battering ram – write. For the mother that accepted cash in exchange for not...

I have a voice: Sacrilege

I have a voice. Sometimes it is loud, sometimes it's so still it stands no chance of shaking any sound waves, but it is always there. My voice is my own. I speak for myself; I speak for you. I speak for those who haven't learned yet that theirs counts, and for those who have...

Guilty as charged

Disclaimer: This post contains language that may offend sensitive viewers. Don’t say that I didn’t warn you.   Number 1 I chatted to someone recently who had been on a church mission trip into a notably rural area. Maybe the question I asked sounded facetious, but it was lined with a deep seriousness and sincerity:...

Have you seen yourself lately? | Sin in the church

‪It saddens me to see that sin has infiltrated the church. Maybe you've noticed it too? What is meant to be a pure bride waiting for Christ - the groom - has been sullied, is unsafe and dysfunctional and watered-down and defensive. This was not God's original design. One Sunday after our church service, I...

November PAD Challenge 28 | Gory story

Prompt 28 of the November PAD Challenge: Take the phrase "(blank) Story," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new word or phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Here's mine all covered in slime: Gory story Blood, guts, chalk on the ground. Murder, suicide, there's no one...