As her fingers clicked pictures
of black and blue philosophies,
heads will roll theologies,
I-will-press-my
cigarette-into-your
hands-and-feet bureaucracies
(which trade little girls
for photos as glossy
as snake lips)…
Aidos, goddess of shame,
day-dreamed
about how to
crumple His world into
a paper ball…
while she smoked,
ashes as white
as human snowflakes
fell
from the shade
of her cigarette…
He sold Himself
sold Himself
sold Himself
as if a person should be…
sold
As if a God could be
sold
to a goddess of shame…
She was a queen of hearts
shame base
I’ll-eat-you-for-dinner hate face
and he was a wild card
buying back Snowflake specters
from hell-bent ferries…
drowning power trips and hissing lips
some place under the river Styx
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Hi, my name is Kae Bucher. Thanks for stopping by.
I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. I completed my bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where I minored in Christian ministry. I have also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor.
In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, I also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. I have now been writing for over twenty years.
Recently, I have written articles for iPatriot, and I am in the process of converting my front room into a greenhouse. I like storing humor and greenery, weeds and poetry, in mental tin cans. You will find my humanitarian dreams and political leanings organized accordingly.
Feel free to dig through my buckets…
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