Tell my why I prefer naked moonlit nights to the shade of sunny days. I'm not white, I'm the color of murky ocean, curdling beneath me with drifting globes of jellyfish. I dream of peeking down below at all the things that grow there. I'm meant to lounge in softness, killing dragons, slaying monsters, in … Continue reading Shade of Summer Days
Tag: God
Godless Friend
It's late. I wonder why you Godless friend why it stings to roll and watch you muck yourself with your own love juices-- how it's only embarassing and not wrong to you. There is no love in sex for you. No 'love making.' No children, no family, only with convenience and it's stinging how I … Continue reading Godless Friend
Wake Me Up When I’m Smarter
What do I do now, Father? The die's been cast the game now bought and the red numbers higher than ever, while I, here, have no hands-on in controlling the flow of money. Blank, hard, cold cash. It hurts the lack thereof, but hurts more than I even want it at all. There is no … Continue reading Wake Me Up When I’m Smarter
Raising a Hero–chapter 41
The first thing I did was set up the priest’s bed so that my patient would be comfortable. Miurian’s living quarters were a simple one bedroom with a closet holding a magically plumbed toilet and sink (queue instant jealousy on my part). The toilet was as extravagant as it got, though, as everything else was … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 41
Raising a Hero–chapter 38
In the days before our meeting at the temple, Gus let me practice my magic on him. We were even able to do it in the open, on the cool floor of the cellar, which Hal had opened for me since another late season heat wave was passing through and it was time for him … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 38
Hear Me
Hear me. Though all that plays is breeze on leaves, hear me. Hear something about my heart that sets me apart from the rest. But why beg I to God of food and home while children starve and bleed to death in Africa? Or mothers weep for peace from bomb debris in Iran? But hear … Continue reading Hear Me
Chicago
It’s so quiet after the loud music stops playing and the curtains finally fall. I can feel myself again in the lack of sound. I can finally hear myself breathe. I’m not sure what to say. The stage had been filled with them, though. Them: the sex goddesses. Or at least acolytes to her vast … Continue reading Chicago
To Worship
If He came down to me I would happily call him Lord, my God, because of love, not because of any made up idea of religious fervor. How can I not call Lord the One who made it worth it to suffer as I do? The one who made it so I'm meant for something … Continue reading To Worship
Apostate
Why did you leave? You say it's because the home was a lie, that there is no way to find God, for all ways lead to God, and very few lead to the devil. I say I will not, that I will not leave my Father's path, and you ask "What if it is a … Continue reading Apostate
Wicked
Swallow the cap of bleach and hide the poison you take every day so you can afford to kill yourself. Evict the yellow blood. Make salvation tenderly, then sit it in the corner in a dirty onsie, while you fill your home with hellfire money and sickness. Drink deep of pleasure whenever you want, pretend … Continue reading Wicked
Author T.S. Lowe 