Grit between his teeth. Dry overcoming his mouth and his cheek. Slowly sucking all of the moisture out […]
Category Archive: Cindy Koch
Dearest War, Waking up this morning I felt that sick stone pressing on my lungs again. Breath a […]
Just when I thought everything was OK, someone comes along and says those unexpected words: “I forgive you.” […]
Coffee and conversation with a friend can lead to an unknown place. There are things that I don’t […]
Blue or pink? That was the critical dilemma a few months before our third daughter was born. Choosing […]
Free feels like A gust under and around Storm from inside Words unbound Loosing the wisdom Creating unfound […]
God began His world with a parting of the waters above and the waters below. Let there be […]
Believing the water Clear with no seafloor Unchanging substance Obliged to erode Refracting reflecting Drought seeping dry Streaming […]
He breathes. A beginning. The words swirl around the heavens, the dust, filling a space that was blank […]
She took a deep breath to calm the sick feeling deep in her stomach. Happy faces glided past […]
It is the greatest uninspired era to date. It was supposed to be the best time of our […]
They say that I should pray without ceasing. Every minute of every day. Every second of every night. […]
Why I don’t cry when my dog runs away. I don’t get angry at the bills I have […]
Giving it all up. Killing the fattened calf. Laying it all down. Raising the knife. A ritual preparation for the spilling of blood, the spilling of soul. The stripping away of life. On a white cloth altar. So you can see.
Better make sure it is worthy. The sacrifice I bring. Do I respect it enough to pierce my deepest emotion? Do I regret it enough to feel the fatal weight? Do I hate it enough to summon the power of death? Do I love it enough, to name it sacrifice?
More than 3 decades have passed. I know only because the marks are scratched into the wall next […]
When summer is over, and the morning chill stands close by. And the years should be counted, even […]
Once upon a time a place there was and is A him a her another Pass the minute […]
Wow, we are disgusted by that woman in the garden. Can you imagine what life would be like […]
The clouds hung low this last Sunday morning. Already shivering as I stepped outside, I called back to the hustling brood to grab their jackets before we piled in the car. Damp palm trees and lonely puddles hinted that it was about to rain, but only a gray mist colored our morning drive to church. The children and I traveled together in unusual silence, taking in the gloom.
“Why is this night different from all other nights?” the child asks. The golden twilight feels heavier than […]