By Kemi Alabi
I used to pray to a man-faced god.Kept his whip beneath my bed.Set alarms for daybreak lashings.Pressed...
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- By Christian J. CollierBetween us, there are one hundred oneumber haints in our home.In bed, we discussour future, our children...
- By Sri ChinmoyUltimately everything Becomes boring.Even great miracles Become boring.Even the tremendous powers of...
- By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped with a fly inside his...
- By Cyrus ConsoleRotor wash, or the downward-flowing Air by which our helicopters formed Imprints in the jungle grass beneath ...
- By BazeedIn the hiding hour of autophagy ghosts hang out all day and talk to us. An archival haunting demanding...
- By James K. BaxterThe wish to climb a ladder to the loft Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw Were not himself...
- By T. S. EliotTwelve o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations...
- By T. S. EliotI The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends...
- By Mechthild of MagdeburgAh blessed absence of God, How lovingly I am bound to you! You strengthen my will in its pain And make...
- By St. John of the CrossI. In a dark night, With anxious love inflamed, O, happy lot! Forth unobserved I went, My house being...
- By PatacaraWhen they plow their fields and sow seeds in the earth, when they care for their wives and children,...
- By Destiny O. BirdsongAfter Donne exeunt my heart, evangelical god, for you are still frosted and feathered somewhere in the eighties...
- By Teresa Pham-CarsilloI crouch on grass with wet denim knees, smoke in my eyes and a cat-scratched throat, hands cupping the...
- By Kwame Opoku-DukuIt gets messy underneath the veil when the strength it takes to be can zap the moisture from your skin, and all...
- By Michaella Batteni. i am sitting in sunday school in a handsewn pink dress and white lace tights i am putting my hand...
- By Julia EdwardsBehind me, a man retrieves waterfalls of coins from a vending machine while laundry owners fold cloth...
- By Bob KaufmanMy head, my secret cranial guitar, strung with myths plucked from Yesterday's straits, it's buried in...
- By Noor NagaThis is a practical religion there is a prayer at dawn (beginning when it is light enough outside for...