So far my “do something creative everyday” resolution has worked well. Unfortunately, most of that creativity has gone into drawing, not writing, and I have to be logged in to one of my parents’ computers in order to use a scanner. Artwork posting should resume shortly.
Praying Between the Lines
a prayer during aposiopesesO patron saint of words gone wrong who rose above a broken song, you spent your first life walking free among land mines you could not see; only later did you become aware as a lover’s lies left you there among the poplars and children’s swings to recall inflections’ subtle stings. Your name is nigh forgotten now, so I address the holy Thou and pray a blessing that I might not be betrayed by my own sight, nor over-guess what words imply, mistaking speech for succubi. And… if words should martyr me again… restore my muted heart. Amen.