NaPoWriMo 2025 - day twentytwo

just after sunset
just before sunrise
earthshine halo
glistening skins
sweat of our bodies
way we dance
we conduct
ourselves flash of
pleasure neurons
flaring like this
do this and
now do that
and right there
and right here
the sky fills
with light

NaPoWriMo 2025 - day twentyone

We leave the doors open.
We leave the lights on.
Celebrate like it’s yesterday;
like it’s been 2,000 years.
The day becomes a week
and we celebrate.
Everything is sung.
Our mouths are full
of songs and feasting.
We greet each other
with holy kisses
as we have been kissed
by the holy.
We gather around the bread
blessed and broken.
Or shared.
 
What a day
to find ourselves
full of rejoicing.
A rejoinder
to the world’s great wound.
We say come and eat.
Let us find a song
to sing together.
You are welcome here.

NaPoWriMo 2025 - day twenty

there is always a garden.
and a tomb.
 
and spices.
perhaps an earthquake.
 
he is not here.
this is not a time for weeping.
tell your friends.
they may not believe you.
tell them again.
 
let joy be your witness.
 
let me tell you again.
there are many kinds of resurrection.
choose one. choose another.
this is a time for feasting.
he is still here.
 
here is a table.
and spices.
 
an empty tomb.
there is always a garden.

NaPoWriMo 2025 - day nineteen

now there is only silence
and the waiting.
 
three days. three days. three days.
 
where do we place the body?
how long?
 
i was never sure what to believe.
all those stories.
 
i told you again and again.
 
it’s not all the weeping;
the gifting of spices.
 
the echoes of the past.
 
the portents of the future.
 
all of us sitting together
quietly.

NaPoWriMo 2025 - day eighteen

1.      i don’t know if i have it in me. there are too many wounds. i want revenge too often. justice too rarely. i can’t wait any longer.

2.      i only have these words to bridge the gulf. i want you beside me. who you have wronged. stay here. or wait until my return. either way.

3.      i’m tired of you being alone. it is such a burden. is there another way of being a family. can we discover it together. there are promises.

4.      we have all been forsaken. i am tired of all the waiting. what is the use of hope. you left me here and i still reach for you. your voice. your absence.

5.      i am full of hunger and need. full of thirst and desire. everything i want is wrapped around pain. is that what was promised. find another way.

6.      nothing is ever finished. sometimes things are completed. i waited here beneath the tree and there was only darkness and rain. and silence.

7.      we will meet again. one day or another. it does not matter which. perhaps by a tomb or under the stars. with the sound of trumpets. perhaps, perhaps.