Livid * – a poem of Holy Saturday
Livid: A poem of Holy Saturday Livid bruises cover your still body. Plums. Blues. The resulting purple. The garden. The arrest. The savage beatings. And then in that cold,…
Mary’s Other Song
Mary’s Other Song If I hold my hand against the wood, flat, like this I can feel your breathing from above. Slow. I remember Labor. A mother does. Labored. …
hospitality and the abdomen
The human abdomen can be so lovely. The Crucifixion Bas Relief, Clay with wax resist. April 13, 2019. Preparation for Good Friday firing. Charles LaFond, Potter We, each of us,…
the Good of Glory on a Friday
This image of Jesus on the cross comes from an icon I found in a dusty little shop underground in Istanbul. It is Russian, late 19th century and is round,…
Fluent in Thunder – a poem for Holy Week
Fluent In Thunder It is hard to imagine what She felt that week. She covers the planet in green, brown, blue and every color of the rainbow-reminder. She waves…
by whom?
In Holy Week we are reminded that we, who claim to follow Jesus, are capable of betrayal. And that betrayals come in all shapes and sizes, all motivations and permutations.…