Jonah

Call me Jonah And Lord, have mercy: May I be thrown into the sea. Heck, I am already there. May I be swallowed and spit out by a whale: Yes, Heart turned, but for me, also placed Wherever the hell I am supposed to be? Because honestly, God, I am kicking, and You know this.... Continue Reading →

The Terror of Blooming

Would the air hurt youWould the bird clip you   r petalsWould the caterpillar find you beautiful-beautiful and delicious to consume,to digest Would you and the extension of your flesh,open to the elements, displayed splayed unto the world,finally signed-on to participate,meet death To bloom,is it less painful than to regret regrets?than to resist the outing of... Continue Reading →

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