Bonfire
God is like that favorite red dress she got on her tenth birthday. she loves it so much but it no longer fits. Her father never stopped saying she was a poem he wrote in her mother’s body & forgot its lines. So when he…
Death is not another color of light
Do not tell me that death is an anaerobic sleep, And like the whale which swallowed Jonah, It’d spew my son at the tideless shore of bliss, Just to muffle my mournful wail! If you must, let your coffin first sail on a sea of…