When I die, I want to see Jesus’ face wash his feet, though he’d wash mine because he did it for the apostles
is it then so ancient? the last fingers of the stars, their comet conches, to the moth’s tree their baby woods, a morgue of shadows and moth wings
I’m very happy to announce that my poem “Do not grieve for me” has been published in Free Verse Revolution. It was written for the September submission theme, the afterlife, under my pseudonym Ellie Onka.