Looking For God

I once thought I knew my way. I walked through churches where men wore white robes and gold embroidered stoles to cover emptiness. The smell of baptismal water led me to stepping stones that carried me across deep places in the stream promising peaceful pastures where cows munch grass and birds perch on their backs pecking bugs for breakfast. I wanted to find words that would lift me from a dark abyss where doubts gnawed daily at my brain. I … Read on…

Who Sings in the Deepest Water of the Abandoned Lagoon?

-Title after Pablo Neruda- Fanciful creatures who inhale water, and exhale ballads through windpipes of coral and kelp, lungs of sandstone and shells, teeth of abalone, netted lips, knotted hairs in tangled locks. From Bottomland, one rose and sang to me, his voice a chorus all in one, of heavy doors that would not open, their hinges blazed in the fires of Hell. He sang of six-legged beasts with flipper arms that tossed him into treeless air, of taloned birds … Read on…