Numbers Game Do the gods decide or are they too at the mercy of a universe mathematically cycling forward spitting out one species after another? © SB Joy, 2022
Flying My belly is full of a million flies anxiously flapping transparent wings. I am beguiled and weightless. I call to God, he’s busy, picking up after himself. © SB Joy, 2022
After Life After god walked away We stopped killing each other. We no longer hid behind thick hanging tapestries full of archaic blood stained theologies. We adorned ourselves with tie-dye kilts, dresses, skirts and shirts. We made love under southern black walnut trees and thundering skies while we worshipped the being of each other. © …
Hummingbird If there is a god, I thank that god for hummingbirds, in particular for the one that mistook my ear for a feeder and drew out the sweetness in me. © SB Joy, 2022 Hop-i-dee Easter to all, it that’s your thing. Mine is admiring the hummingbird’s craft. SB Joy
Been Wrong Before I’ve decided to make dark chocolate -– God. Something I can handle, sink my teeth into and digest. © SB Joy, 2022 In recovery it is suggested that I turn my will and life over to a higher power. Easier said than done. I have had my struggles with church and god, …
All of a Sudden All of a sudden, on purpose I do what I’ve done accidentally My whole life, pen to paper Hammering and chiseling out words Hoping for a heart transplant I settle for a bypass known as knowledge Anesthesia wearing off My extreme makeover complete I discover the damned talking mirrors still chanting: …
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