Caught in the Billow of Fabric Wings

The literati mafia: It was during the bustle of Christmas performances at the church I grew up in. Winter chills clamored onto large, wooden doors to the sanctuary lobby. Guests were piling in sluggishly from the weather. The performers hid themselves behind the curtains and back rooms. Older members adorned in black outfits, actors and... Continue Reading →

Shoganai

We arrive not long after the report. The home is averagely small and colorless, like all the other homes along the street. My partner knocks on the door. The frail, old man comes out; he knows what it is that he's done. My partner and another official take him to the car. The rest of... Continue Reading →

The High Before The Drop

There I was, standing in line after a long day of drudging across shops filled with trinkets galore: bobble heads smelling of fake plastic, shakable globes with wooden, etched out designs you can run your fingers in between, scratchy t-shirts with some silly font splashed across the chest area. She pushed to come here, kept... Continue Reading →

Yet the Woods Sing Still

I. Birth   Grace grows from Her arms, Falling past the lake that bows Toward Her elegant legs Of virginal innocence.   The sea wished She were near His bold waves, to see him crush The demon's ship for Her.   The prairie rejoices in Her voice Which She sang from birth To Mother who... Continue Reading →

The House

I awake, sharp, inside this war-torn room, Though I can’t recall how I arrived here. Barely having strength in these thin legs, I begin to inspect the empty surrounding.   The pin-drop creaks pierce my ears; A Spirit of Fear begins to overwhelm me. I fling open the door, praying for comfort. But, only a... Continue Reading →

One Last Hymn from a Gentle Bird

Crest curving like the crescent moon, And fluttering wings grown so soon.   Sweet hymns I sang in church to the Lord; But at home similar songs had soared.   I wrapped my velvet, ivory fingers around. The trust was in not making a sound.   Grey, white, and yellow--each would hug, In feathery softness... Continue Reading →

A Settler’s Spring

Gentle breezes wisp through my hair. A faint echo flows all around. Walking along this powdered path, I feel His presence here with me.   The sky is lit up with radiant colors, Flowing across like a refined painting. I’ve seen it before, yet I’m still in awe Of how dazzling His works are.  ... Continue Reading →

Just To Say, Only Greens

I snatched Them greens In the tip jar, While you were In the back.   Didn't know What you Was gonna Do with it. Probably Some fancy Family meal out.   I know, Old man. You run the store Late at night, Going home later To your family Who are all Sleeping.   You were... Continue Reading →

A Vagrant’s Winter

I am here--and He is here with me, Saying to let go of the things within That has caused this plant to die from Suffocation. Oh, those lies of the world.   So this is the path I choose to take, The path which gives me life; To be who I am in Him, glorified.... Continue Reading →

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