She burns that high spot
in your stomach
and you double over clutching
grasping for any sense of reality
because surely

This is not yours.

Meat//Matter: a Poem

The physical certainty and mortality of our bodies connects us to one another, and is a central part of what constructs a human story. The workings of the brain, and its symbolic representative, the head, are particularly fascinating to me as I have developed a theology of embodiment, and a theology that considers the realities and implications of scientific fact.