The Spirit of the Silences
for all the promises once made— that God would come in power to set me free—it never happened. i was …
Category Archives: Original Poetry
A Mystery
on sinai he came close: heaven passed within a breath. but from our first folly, the way up has been …
And What is the Difference?
Once the shadows raged— dark shapes, cold and ragged, and possessed of infinite hatred and fear. But no more. For …
The End
On that loveless december day when Death had covered the sky over with his tattered gray cloak and fire climbed …
One Easter Morning (daughter)
not even married that Easter morning as some daddy’s daughter grinned through the alleluias and laughed through the creed. but …
Holy Wednesday: Judas Iscariot
I wonder when Satan first proposed the idea and how long Judas held out, how many times he said I …
I Need You
Here me Love, when I say: I’m here today in every way that you need me. Do you need me …
There Was Poetry In You Last Night
There was poetry in you last night with your salty tears on my tongue and your “I don’t know what’s …
Playdough: a slam poem
This is a slam poem I wrote. The text of the poem is below. “From dust you come and to …
A Feather Stuffed Pillow
A Feather Stuffed Pillow by G. C. Jeffers I looked at her wondering what was going through her mind. Noticing …
Believest Thou This?: a meditation
His sisters sent unto him, saying, Lord, behold, he whom thou lovest is sick. These were his brother-sister-soul of his …
Indwelling Darkness
Indwelling Darkness after “Nearest Nameless” by Charles Simic If the abyss gazes back then it perceives me my existence my …
Our love is . . .
. . .like the fluffy stuffed chair embracing my frame and embellishing the cushion of my lower accoutrements in padded …
The Poetic Soul
I wrote the first version of this poem a few years ago. Since then, it has undergone some revisions. * …
Sunday Mass at St. Teresa’s (poetry Friday)
I’ve been playing with this poem for a few years. I initially wrote it for a poetry workshop class I …
O Holy Night: a meditation
Who spoke those burdensome words: obligation, duty, responsibility? Who would mire us in niceness and surface happiness while Love—raw and …
Remember
Remember (for Amanda) do you remember the bleakness the shadows and the cold and the dead hearth covered in the …
Birds of Prey (Don’t Discuss Ethical Dilemmas)
I’m pretty burned out this week, so I’ve decided to share a poem I first wrote a few years ago. …
Our Father
singing anthems of glory and songs to impress, I form words with my mouth loud and “convincing” to those marauding …
John the Baptist (Luke 1:68-79)
The ragged man sits in his jail cell surrounded by the scattered refuse left to him. The stuff they didn’t …
