Poetry. "how to confront spiritual despair/ with spirit misrepresented// iconography replaces terror/ perhaps you have reached the ocean// water recovered your memory/ intact you float// crumbling spirit devoured/ portioned away in tiny bellies// among the rocks of earth/ where hope, divinity pushed out// systematically hungry/ was god surprised to see you// standing demanding room/ tectonic plates must have pulled away// to allow your suffering/ silent tier in the earth"-from "Saying No. 3." Saddlestapled chapbook.