Amber Distracted Ceiling (Big Portions)

sharing a meal

with loving people

in a place of plenty

is a blind woman tripping

over hosanna



I don’t deserve


I want more


Roarer, I Claim the Pit

The path beaten

is blown up.

—You blew it.


Tightrope walking,

fear of falling, thrill of

slow-motion, guilt-weighted

flesh-stripping tumble

down down

the Pit of Soul.



Loose the chill

hand of nightmare

—and shake it.

Cross hell to climb heaven.