Poetry

~ Behold the last of your mercy:an old soldier, winter in his knees;weary from bleeding that the young might have voice.Treacherous are the lords who excise tongues,dub questions…

~ Bless you;marvelous horde of righteous patriotswho stood, as Isaiah once did,crying, “Here am I. Send me,”offering not just yourselves,but your childrenas conscripts into the breach. You knew…

~She kneelsnot in prayer,but to touch the earth.Breach the darkened breathof loam and ancient ores.Her hands teeming with languageas old as stars. The earth unfurlspast its veilof grit…

~ Behold: You are unyielding but even iron breaks its allegiances when the poles shift.Magnets fall. Not in collapse, but in molting — the shedding before clarity. A…

~ I kneel to the dust where he last stood,and breathe until I find him in the silence.May the ache teach my body to stay.O nameless root beneath…

~He was a man in service of the seeking.Sworn to the storm.Never settled. Never still.Tuned to the frequency behind the noise;chasing the next flash of truth,the crack in…

~ You weren’t radicalized by one lie.You were softened by slow erosion.Not tricked; tuned. The need to belong hummed in harmony with a louder voice.You didn’t reason it…