Poetry from Rin Moriyoka

My Mother Re-Wrote the Bible

Am I my brother’s keeper? No, I am my mother’s. And in her ranting and rambling, I have reached through her words and pulled out a black stone the size of my fist. In the field, she called me to her and I came like a dog to her whistle. Her head is calling my…
I Fear The Stars

Eternity is crushing my body under its heavy nothingness and there is no escape for me. I am being watched and silently mocked for coping with mortal troubles like the coffee stains on my grocery list in incomplete and incongruent circles and if the store will have cayenne pepper. Atlas, with the world on his…
Recovery in the Language of Flowers

I know that you’ll end up like your dad and that sounds bad and cliche but hey, I’m serious I know from experience that if you don’t get your way, you’ll sit on your hands and whine about how I was out of line and I made you cry and I lied about why I…

My Mother Re-Wrote the Bible