As with his surreal and mystical paintings, Alfred Eaker’s Brother Cobweb portrays both the beauty and the horrifying distortion in the search for self-identity and purpose, all while having been deeply entangled in the swampy roots of a kitschy, hamburger-helper, “slut-for-Jesus” brand of Pentecostalism. Continue reading Amaya Engleking: Advanced review for “Brother Cobweb”
Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-Jona. Flesh and blood hath not revealed it to thee, but my Father in heaven. Thou art Peter; and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. ©Alfred Eaker, 2018 (reprinted with permission *) MY LIFE by Amaya Engleking In 1984 I had colic but through 1993 the years were idyllic, running with wolves and kissing Jesus on the cheek. Watching the stars dance for me outside my bedroom window. When we moved from the sunshine when I was ten my hair slowly turned dark, and soon … Continue reading “Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-Jona” with “My Life” by Amaya Engleking
A broken twenty year old boy declared war on humanity and slaughtered his own mother, twenty first-graders, six elementary school staff, and then himself. This was six years ago and it doesn’t hurt any less. My hope is that anyone who suffers in isolation, anyone who feels unwanted by ‘the rest of humanity’, be the […] via Merciful Heart — Gospel Isosceles Continue reading (reblog) Merciful Heart — Gospel Isosceles
What are you waiting for? For me to admit that, like you, all I ever wanted was an open-concept floor-plan and a walk-in closet just for shoes I only wear once or twice a year? For a selection of grocers within a five-mile radius from which to choose where to get my daily bread […] via A Hundred Flowers — Gospel Isosceles Continue reading A Hundred Flowers — Gospel Isosceles (reblog) writing words about Amaya’s words feels damned inadequate. However, I will say briefly that her work always confronts and unnerves me in the best possible ways.
