My Bloody Nosed Easter Mix Tape Vigil |
I imagine Jesus woke up laughing. Reanimation, a sharp intake of breath into three day dormant lungs, and then a guffaw that rebounded off the tombstone. Death: done. I can't say Jesus would taunt De...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 02:59:00 GMT |
Jumping Trains |
Here's a poem that was also a writing assignment for my Genre's class at school. We had to write a poem using a metaphysical conceit. This is mine.My heart is an old man and a young girl.They live by ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 22:42:00 GMT |
How i tricked Jean Paul Sartre into bringing gifts to the manger |
. Every one of my words is born by breath through dust; full lungs, taut vocal cords. Just so, God's Breath made dust pregnant with the Word, "and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us." Just s...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 05:56:00 GMT |
One Like a Son of a Burning Metal Man |
Here's something i've been working on. It's kind of a "why i write," but also a "some stuff in the Bible is so freakin' cool," with a healthy dose of "meter? Is this how you work?" O, fathom mysteries...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 06:27:00 GMT |
"I, the Lord, smile broadly, with mouth open." |
This past weekend i saw two people temporarily made of magic. They heaped on each other well chosen words of love and last breaths, and it was beautiful. I saw in my mind, standing over them, the Lord...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 16:15:00 GMT |
Today is named "Shaky and Smiling Sadly." |
Sunday afternoon slid comfortably in like it always does, but i have nothing to frantically plan, no sermon to write. For the first time in years, Sunday isn't stressful. This could...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 15:36:00 GMT |
washed out graves, french toast, and your grandmother |
I do not care for California-the weather, the beach, the shorts and shaggy hair.But I love to visit here.To me, California is a state, not a state.It is somehow precious and magicallike a dream of Dis...
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 10:48:00 GMT |
For the clouds, too, celebrate |
Some will say, "It is ruining my Easter dress."I will say, "It awakens my Easter spirit."Every drop seems to splash, "Life indestructable!"The clouds offer excuse: "We’ve no other favors to thro...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 13:07:00 GMT |
"Into a living hope" |
Maybe i'm just tired of playing in the Titanic band. Maybe it's useless and i should be running mad from Port to Starboard to capsize this ship, so that people will finally realize it's sinking and ge...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 16:46:00 GMT |
Milton and a Cookie walk into Christmas... |
She left me with a bowl of cookie dough and marching orders (or baking orders, rather).And so i baked.I think there can be nothing so stimulating in the world as to bake cookies with a head full of ph...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 22:20:00 GMT |
