Maria Renate
Starfallen Sunpiercer: A Poem
Come, my starfallen sunpiercer
bright horned
clarion call
unicorn.
White body
as exposed as
a host. Â Lifted up fragile as the priest's fingers,
giving God weight.
Butterfly pinned
to the black velvet world
soft...
A Smell of Burning (A Short Story)
She smelled strongly of burnt toast.
“In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” The priest made a...
The Gates of Hell Shall Not Prevail
A contributor and reader wrote to me the following thoughts on the gates of hell not prevailing, which I thought would help our readers,...
I AM: A Poem
I AM the Way
to heaven's road
but you cannot come
with such a load
of things so heavy
you think you knead
where only living
bread will feed.
I AM the...
Salome’s Dance to Freedom?
He - John the Baptist, that is - got beheaded for a party. Just goes to show, it's not good to be invited to...
A Politically Correct Poem
Burning Child — A politically correct poem
Stop. Don’t speak
a word
sew lips shut with wire
before barbed ire aroused.
We must be kindness-carnate
sweet asphyxiate
in syrup
before a word...