Category Archives: Poetry

Salvation Army

Ring your bells
wring your hands
fingers cling to splintered wood

The handle of the bell
fits the crease of your palm
like a bookmark in a ragged book

Ring your bells
wring your hands…


I travel the tracks –
steel serpents
bruised beneath my heels

Feet crush rocks,
skip ties,
trip across nails –
heavy spikes, suitable for
the next crucifixion

Broken cross
tie, falling foot
print, my God, …