It is not my own blood I smell. I remind myself of this during every chase. Stalking through an alley between brick warehouses, the...

When I fool myself, I find My foundation is shaking; The ground under my feet splits And darkness seeps up and out of the earth; The smog...

“Everything's forseeable... My grandmother sweeping the sidewalk knows that. She says there's no god, only an eye here and there that...

I know, where you buried— the Monsters. You buried them in your mind. And because you buried them alive, sometimes— they speak. Fluid...

Monday, 7:01 pm [123 hours and 31 minutes post-event] “Did you know her well?” “I’m sorry what?” Matt turned to the landlady lingering at...

I kneel in tender broken darkness He knows My knees splayed against my ribs He knows My chest rises and falls He knows this feeling too...

NAIL Why did you pound me into wood, which sent shockwaves through me? I am held here captive between splinters and grain. WOOD Why did...

In the beginning, there was the Word. The word created the heavens and the earth. The earth was formless and empty, and darkness was over...

On the precipice of the future, I glanced into the past; aware of all that had been which could not last. Moving into the realm of...

When you fell, you rejoiced at becoming new, but my roots cannot fill the crater you leave. You didn’t see how birds and beasts were...

Synthetic smoke carried up over a concrete river, walking on the bridge overhead, recalling the taste of speed. Passing boats in passing...

Inspired by Tylor, Edward Burnett. “Chapter III: Survival in Culture.” In The Origins of Culture, 70–111. Harper & Brothers Publishers,...

—fell asleep inside a sunlit room; when I woke, it was too dark to leave. —stood and walked, bleary eyed, felt my hand along the wall for...

Commit your way to the LORD; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your...

By Maddy Woodman "My hand shake as I stand in the wings. For the first time, I'm performing my own choreography and I feel vulnerable in...

By Holiday Nelson Peaceful sunsets viewed from rooftops; Raindrops trickling, rushing; Rays breaking through rolling clouds; Cleansing...

by Jennifer Schmitt Carnell To altar is need re-lented ashes to ashes control repented To altar the kneaded in coals risen then broken...

By Ali Higginbotham “You’re going to get a lot of flack for that.” These words came from Minneapolis-based modern dance choreographer and...

By André Nelson In my limited experience, there is no feeling so associated with the Holy Spirit as a lack of control. My approach, as an...

By Stefanie Krueger At the end of the vision I re-entered into reality. I was still sitting in my church pew, now crying at a simple...