Sunflower Skins

June 16, 2013

Guam’s Bible Promises, pt. XV: He Saves Me, He Saves Me Not

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“Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.” (I Samuel 7:12)

“For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” (Romans 10:13)

For more fun bedtime reading, check out II Kings 23-25 and Human Choice Cuts, as well as Guam’s outtake, The Love Song of Jesus H. Christ.

And click here for pt. XIV!

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May 12, 2013

Guam’s Bible Promises, Pt. X: Genocidal Maniac

Genocidal_Maniac“He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.” (Ps. 91:4)

“And the Lord shall help them, and deliver them: he shall deliver them from the wicked, and save them, because they trust in him.” (Ps. 37:40)

“A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.” (Ps. 91:7)

Click here for Pt. IX!

September 22, 2008

Excerpt from “Re-Membering”

Filed under: prose — Tags: , , , , , , , — Sunflower Skins @ 12:42 am

Re-Membering

I cut out his heart first.

Then his eyes. The nape of his neck. His tongue.

After that I laid out all of my favourite parts, the ones I had loved best, formed them into a picture of what he used to look like. I kept changing the shape, making the heart centre and encircling it with the others, or twisting the useless, hanging veins into patterns like Rorschach inkblots or butterflies.

I broke his jaw so I could extract his teeth.

I skinned his fingertips and hung up the prints like stained glass.

And finally, I smashed in his skull so I would be able to see his brain. Hold it. Follow the folds of the frontal lobe and trace the contours of his cerebellum. Pull away the temporal lobe until I could pick out the amygdala and feel its hyperactive buzz. Find his mind in the mess of entrails that lay around me. I was knee-deep in blood and this is where I began my search.

He had asked me to do this to him. We loved each other more than life; we loved each other so much it transgressed into death. We wanted to know the dividing line. He asked me to find it.

Asked me to kill him.

For truth.

For soul.

Because in mortality we could never love each other enough.

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