• Poems,  Poetry

    Eugene

    “Unforced rhythms” says the version we’re allowed to accept now That the author is dead and we found out That his heretical words didn’t do any harm But undid quite a lot—brought forward the Love that book meant —for some of us Others hope he rots in hell Why do we work so hard to protect what we make up? Was Jesus just another cult leader? Setting up another thing to keep alive, whatever the cost —blood and self-abandonment the first in line? Revolutions like the ones we need are not won with war Or euphoria Or right doctrine Or ritual They revolve around the solution. A re-love-elution Bathing in…

  • Life

    Talking to/with/for God

    Here I am, at the page. A place that has been home to me for so long, even when I haven’t come. He’s like that. Or she. I can’t say “it” because that feels so impersonal, and this presence is personal—the most personal—but also ambiguous. For a long time I have taken the ambiguity as apathy. For a long time I have wondered if God is what they said God is… Annoyed. Disinterested. Too Busy For Me. Too Important. But I asked the question: “Who am I that you are mindful of me?” like the scared girl I am, the one trying so hard to accept the lack. The one…

  • Life

    I Will Not Serve A God (Refreshed)

    I will not serve a God of vengeance For whom justice burrows path For the scales may well turn on me And submit me to hot wrath I will not serve a God of joy Promises of pleasures boast For full of joy my gut will burn And I’ll get sick with champagne toasts I will not serve a God of wealth Who might deliver fortunes, still My desires can’t be numbered And power binds a slave to kill I will not serve a God of nations Of tradition, God of tribe I’d keep rules and build tall fences And break sacred human ties “Who am I that you’d be mindful—”…

  • God,  Life,  Love,  Theology

    Grabbing, Eating, Dying

    It would have been me anyway. If we made it this far in the garden, and no one had eaten the fruit. I’d be the one to walk up to that tree. Knowledge of Good and Evil would mean nothing, and I’d want to know why. I rose my hand to ask things I wasn’t supposed to ask from an early age, I might as well have grabbed some fruit while it was up there in the air. Because the snake asked what was there already… what did God say and what did it mean? And I wonder if Adam heard it, too. Maybe even first. But his fidelity to Order,…