Inquisition – A Poem

Total belief is the anchor tied around your ankles, your waist, your arms, digging into your flesh, leaving rope burns as you are dragged under the waves of ignorance, hidden shame, and the depths of despair.

Last Nail – A Poem

I am a child and they drive a nail into my cheek. But it doesn’t hurt because I believe. Steel pierces upper cheek, a metallic sinus infection and no vitamin C; the next nail, through my chin between the two clefts, penetration and perseverance. The last nail, my forehead splits open, iron additives to gray … Continue reading Last Nail – A Poem