God’s Sore Throat

God’s sore throat,
old bark of peace

slow and steady
thunder caught
on branches.

© Ben Ditmars 2016

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Photograph by Freya Holloway
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Terrorist Murder

passion was that cold
and empty light
we found, the chill

of wasted breeze
on bare thighs
unwinding genocide.

© Ben Ditmars 2016

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Verbal Ashes

dawn before pitch-black
hours of your heart
has cost us hydrogen
and helium, the stuff
of stars

settled into verbal ashes
tears of helplessness,
appeals to God and words
that bleed the most.

© Ben Ditmars 2016

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Animation by LunaPic.

 

Photograph Courtesy of Jacqueline Smith.

Read her blog here.

Always, the Dark

my greatest love has
always been the dark,
because I fear uncertainty
and being lost forever

yet want nothing more
than drifting through the
narrow causeways which my
fingers measure only slightly.

© Ben Ditmars 2016

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Image Source: Flickr with animation by LunaPic.

 

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