God Is In The Radio

creative writing

  • Where the Deltas Meet

    They say the old shoreline was once holy ground. Not holy in the churchyard sense, but older, deeper, like bones pressed into mud by centuries of unspoken prayers. No one builds there now. Not since the floodwaters came and never… Continue reading

    Where the Deltas Meet

  • Let Heart Break Open

    Beneath the hill where shadows spillA lantern sways in tomb-dark stillThe stone is rolled, the veil is tornThe sky forgets it once was morn They say the blood was not requiredNot tribute paid, but love inspiredNot wrath appeased by sacred… Continue reading

    Let Heart Break Open

  • Three Nights in the Hollow House

    The old chapel on the hill was long abandoned. Moss devoured the bricks, and no one remembered the last time it held a service. But every year, during the Easter Triduum, he returned. They called him Elias. He arrived just… Continue reading

    Three Nights in the Hollow House

  • Fragments, 5.21.25

    There’s always something strange on my commute, but this Mother’s Day stood out like the sorest of thumbs. On the ride home, I passed a man walking along the sidewalk, casually gripping a machete. He looked menacing enough that, for… Continue reading

    Fragments, 5.21.25

  • Thou Art Known

    It started the week he turned sixty-two. Like a light flickering in the chapel of his mind. Until then, Henry’s life had been a blur of deadlines and dinner tables, of ballgames and spreadsheets, of making sure the mortgage was… Continue reading

    Thou Art Known

  • The Field

    They called her Sister Marianne, though she hadn’t worn a habit in years. The townspeople remembered her not for her sermons, but for the strange presence that followed her, something heavy, luminous, unsettling. They said if you stood too close… Continue reading

    The Field

  • A Pilgrim Without a Map

    I walk where no compass dares to turnThrough cathedrals of bone & thornThe moon my candle, dim & grimLit not for saints, but those who mourn No kingdom waits with jeweled gatesNo crown of gold, no holy feastOnly wind that… Continue reading

    A Pilgrim Without a Map

  • Into the Death it Dreams

    I felt the flame of wrath arisea holy fire turned fouland in my hands I held his throatmy brother, marked for trial No sword I drew, no gallows builtno poison touched his breadInstead, I chose a deeper sin:to drag him… Continue reading

    Into the Death it Dreams

  • The Rope Is Kind

    Fail & hang, the rope is kindbut not the end you seek to findNo grave will keep your soul at restno coffin close your weary chest For death is but a crooked doora hinge that creaks, then swings once moreThe… Continue reading

    The Rope Is Kind

  • The Thought That Rots

    Cling not to thought: it blooms, then rotsA gilded chain in sacred knotsAs soon as mind begins to graspRelease the hold, unclench the clasp The prayer you whisper turns to rustIf built on dogma, fear, or lustIdeas are idols dressed… Continue reading

    The Thought That Rots