Music | Spoken Word

She remembered the tubes.Each pierced into her skin, never had she seen such beautiful masterpieces. She visualized violins. She thought of how her neck would arch to fit into the bow of the violin, as if she and the violin could become one. And her heart beat so perfectly in rhythm you would think it’s…

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Grandma’s Hands.

Just as trees and flowers grow  on soft supple earth, grandma’s womb birthed entire generations.  A lineage that stretches across her spine, to engraved itself at the bottom of her feet.  Like vines, the veins on  her hands told a story, and with them,  she created history. Yet she still lives.  She lives in the…

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Drip.

Just like stained doves fluttering in hay fields, I spotted you between clouds and knew even beautiful things  could be misplaced.  So I climbed the single tree in the vast hay field, only to find an abandoned birds nest with it’s eggs shattered. Twigs intertwined  between empty shells that birthed life— or maybe the shells…

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Altar.

Take me to the altar open like a casket  vulnerable for everyone to see. Take me to the altar refine me with your grace fill every inch of me. Take me to the altar where lives are resurrected  and changed completely. Take me to the altar to bask in your presence— and grow like an…

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Sleep Paralysis.

Dried lips crack into a painful smile as skin becomes rigid like winter’s air   fingertips scrape on split cobble stone with broken glass piercing bare feet   hair drenched in ice cold sweat shivered to the bone with deathly silence   I thought it was a dream, yet you truly existed. Sometimes, I like…

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Rush- a short story.

“Wynonna hurry up!” Mom hollers from the front corridor. Her feet stomp and a suitcase drags through the upstairs hallway, down the steps, and out the front door. I rummage through my bedroom closet and toss random clothes into the open suitcase behind me. “Okay, shirts, pants, sweaters, shoes… what am I missing?” I recite…

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I Wonder.

I wonder what being in your presence is like.   I wonder how my life would be if I still wasn’t awake.   I wonder what I did to deserve your holy strike.   I wonder if you can fix my desire to be ‘alike’.   I wonder if I truly am a part of…

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Worldly Temptations.

We are children of great light yet society has blinded our sight.   You called me when I was in sin and now I can live again.   I didn’t deserve your bountiful grace yet you opened me up and made a place—   your house exists within this body to live in bliss and…

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Holy.

Holy is his name who provides fruitfully without any shame– for He gets all the glory.   I open my heart to his holy gospel may he strip me apart and make me an apostle   to fulfill his purpose before I pass over and become a carcass— living with my one true Savior.  …

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