by David Tensen | Dec 2, 2021 | Poetry
You suffer long for this. A lover who feels you beyond five senses. Who takes your riches and pours it out for the poor. Whose mouth kisses you as it strikes the earth, equal. Whose body is a temple you share with many spirits. Whose mountain, no beast or being enters...
by David Tensen | Dec 1, 2021 | Poetry
It all ends, you know. Any sun-scarred sailor, bedouin or darkened eye will tell you, it all ends in the light. It all ends. All of it. Every blood-soaked soldier, shepherd or enslaved body will tell you, it all ends when a child is born, when a son is given and his...
by David Tensen | Nov 30, 2021 | Poetry
How strange that this longing the prophets spoke of remains. How every generation have claimed their last days are The Last Days. How the call to ascend principalities and powers still converges on multiple mountains. How ploughshares create life but swords end it....
by David Tensen | Nov 29, 2021 | Poetry
The longing for lost things begins as you do. Your mother was more mobile before you filled her belly. She lost her balance along with sleep and shape and random acts of selfishness. It’s strange; even though we breathe loss into our forming lungs before air...
by David Tensen | Nov 25, 2021 | Poetry
All these things find me on a mindful winter’s walk, offering exodus. The mist of morning breathing and blazing orange sunrise appear as a cloud and pillar to navigate by. The path-side sculpted hedges speaking in hushed rustling tones, awaken me to this...
