“Hallelujah my world is caving in”1 I sit in classrooms waiting for my soul to be affirmed To finally feel like I belong within these walls But instead I feel dejected Cast out, set aside, and pushed away with the warm welcome and kindness of professors with the avoidance of topics that would be “tooContinue reading “Hallelujah, My World Is Caving In”
Homesickness is a funny kind of illness. It sort of hurts all over. In your throat when someone asks the wrong question at the wrong time. In your lungs when a reminder of what you’ve lost takes your breath away. In your core when there’s the gut-punch of knowing what you long for may neverContinue reading “Homesick”
(previously published in miniskirt magazine) never meant to show signs at a weddingalways meant to save until laterbut oh how it made his mother smilewhen the clear water overflowed into rich red winewhen there was abundance, a renewal of flowing fountains.it was there that celebration came to beit was there, between beloved creationsbe-loving each otherthatContinue reading “Aromantic Jesus”
Ostensibly though, the collective impact of years with Christian people was that I learned to fear, shame, and hate myself. Here is some context of how that happened.