candyhearts

I reinvent to nasturtiums that lilt like newness. I'm new. I reinvent into this new thing, eyes the color of nectar, hair the color of licorice. In the vase there's ...

In the Near East, God came to you like clouds, like toes on holy ground, like messengers that touch your nephesh (נֶ֫פֶשׁ) -- I lift to touch His hands, to ...

Duration has no value; how long do sacrifices last? God’s first death is in the Babylonian exile, second death on the cross, tissue pulled from nail. The harrowing of Hell, ...

WEEK 1: line count: 23 i. convent tightening, ten years removed from then. i’m glutinous, glue-y. ii. He’s crouched next to the river, lit cigarette to his teeth. I’m crouched ...

God’s mother tongue is Aramaic. His father’s tongue, though, is Hebrew. The difference only matters with one consonant: the ו. In Aramaic, it’s pronounced waw ; in Hebrew, vav . ...

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Welcome to my WRFF thread!! What I'll Review ~ Poetry ~ Lyrics ~ Scripts ~ Art ~ Maaaybe an essay? ~ All genres What I Will NOT Review ~ Anything ...

PRELUDE I: Leftover lambs, it has been weeks on weeks, three times in the long year, the longer night. God likes ceremony, revelry, love. God likes you to give Him ...

many who sleep in the dust of the earth In the garden, he stands with the creatures he lifted from the hole of his thrumming heart. He lords over his ...

i. men from nazareth aren’t owed mourners, so they set aside oil and myrrh in the final nights. spice and sweat and sand under nails now. the rabbi felt heavier ...

he is the referent of a haiku -- now, he is miles from the valleys of nebo. now, he is a voicemail asking me to pick up bone broth. now, ...

something somatic, yet internal, affects the hebrew narrative — shiftings organs, scrolls in throats, hardened ventricles and the spasm of redactive hands. the unconscious of the bible is passive, r

I know that there is an afterlife because you are there, waiting for me, table in the back. I am happy to see you again. You will unveil something familiar ...