11/23/2025
From Soul Poetry's 2025 Fall Issue
Photo by Kate Darmody: Unsplash.com
The Living Room
by CS Crowe
I want to start a weekday cult
In my grandmother's front room
Den. Antechamber. Vestibule. Votary.
How one room can be all of these
If the house is small enough
This room where we come alive
Like children opening their third eye
For the first time at the age of five
I want to start a weekday cult
Iconolatry in my grandmother's front room
But instead of plants or paintings,
Instead of coffee mugs, shot glasses, or
Little Moments porcelain figurines,
She collects nativity scenes—
So my cult just goes all the way
Back around to being Christianity again
I want to start a weekday cult
But we moved my grandmother
To an assisted living facility,
And we sold the house to pay
For the care none of us were willing
To give her, a cult of iconoclasts
Who would break any tradition
For a chance to finally live our own lives
CS Crowe is three crows in a trench coat that gained sentience after eating a magic bean. He spends his days writing stories on a stolen laptop and trading human teeth for peanuts. A poet and storyteller from the Southeastern United States, he believes stories and poems are about the journey, not the destination, and he loves those stories that wander in the wilderness for forty years before finding their way to the promised land.