June 2013
2 posts
May 2013
1 post
Radical by David Platt: Review, Thoughts, and a Call to Action
Last night, I finished reading the book Radical by David Platt. You’ll probably recognize it by the cover if you click on the link: it’s the book with the bright orange cover and the subtitle, “Taking Back Your Faith from the American Dream.” It lives up…
April 2013
15 posts
As Though in a Mirror
If this is hell, I
wonder what heaven looks like.
You cannot imagine a sky
bluer than this blue.
What’s the Platonic form
of butterflies?
You close your eyes and smell
the sunlight on the long grass.
Will the stars sing with us?
Every square inch of you
bursts…
This Morning
Sunlight bursts its way through the curtains
I’ve pulled tightly shut and rolls my reluctant
Body out of bed, cursing and grumbling
The whole way down an hour and a half
After my alarm went off.Shower in a fog, dress haphazardly,
And stumble down the…
Conversation (revision)
I feel like this is sort of cheating for NaPoWriMo because this is a poem I wrote before, just slightly reworked for my poetry class. I’m not sure that I like the revision. If you want to see the original version, you can check it out here. Enjoy!
Lucifer…
Road Trip
Backwoods Pennsylvania nothing but
Black tree silhouetted skeletons against
Dark gray sky with pale remnants
Of sunset hanging on in the western distance
Flying through rolling hills flashing
Highway signs rushing by in shades of green
Music reverberating…
Lent, waiting, spring, and a new theme song
So, some of you know that I had a pretty rough Lent this year. Actually, rough may not be quite the word to describe it. Just very eventful. Lent changed a lot of things that I thought I knew and turned them upside down, causing me again and again to…
April storm
Sky inked in shades of gray and green
Almost-tornado-sky
Barometric pressure raising the hackles
Of animals and poets
Dancing through the streets with eyes
Full of lightningSmelling the earth and plasma
Handsprings on wet cement
Electrons raised halfway…
Adventures in lunacy
As some of you know, a couple of weeks ago, I embarked on a very short-lived adventure/experiment. I had been reading this book called More or Less by Jeff Shinabarger(which, incidentally, I very much recommend to anyone and everyone). The purpose of the…
A Letter to my Future Self
Dear Me,
Enjoy sun because it’s beautiful. Enjoy rain because it’s artistic. Enjoy snow because it’s magical. Enjoy clouds because they’re moody.
You are important, people are more important, and God is most important. Nothing else matters.
Remember that…
Life is Like a Waltz
They tell you that life is like a box of chocolates,
but it seems to you that life is really more like
the awkward kind of waltz you’d attempt
at a school dance, or maybe at your scary wild-eyed cousin’s
wedding, when one of the pretty bridesmaids comes
Untitled poem (title suggestions?)
Every night when the moon finally sets behind the mountain it’s easy to imagine that nothing really changed That I’m still sitting in the back of my red 1976 pick up truck with the windows down smoking a cigarette or that I’m back in the cabin with the…
Just Deserts
Imitation of RSVP by Danielle Pafunda
You ordered your “just desserts” and thought you were being funny
About getting sick on sugar
And buried your guilt in gooey golden pastry piled high with cherries
So bright they must’ve been spray-painted
Slurping up…
Diplomacy
A Viennese waltz is difficult in thousand-dollar heels
I step into all-weather boots for the soft earth
But I smooth the gown that brushes the floor
and cross the line that demarcates safety
And curtsy to the man in the suit and gold cuff links.
Where…
A New World Order
Imitation of Prose of the World Order by Jean Day
a crown of thorns
is not cliché
2000 years ago
just painful
like the pottery bits
tied in the leather
whip that moves
faster than the speed
of sound even though
they don’t know
sound has a speed
and a cross…
Vasca
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Vasca
White ghostlights and black
shadows. Smells everywhere—wood
smoke and poverty and fresh paint
and fuchsia flowers. Riding in the back
of the cattle truck feels like flying. Sunrise
is sudden, but dusk lingers. Cumulus clouds
that sit on the…
Vasca
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Vasca
White ghostlights and black
shadows. Smells everywhere—wood
smoke and poverty and fresh paint
and fuchsia flowers. Riding in the back
of the cattle truck feels like flying. Sunrise
is sudden, but dusk lingers. Cumulus clouds
that sit on the…
Happy Easter
In Old Testament times, sometimes serious agreements were created by taking animals and splitting them in half, then having the party who was making the promise walk between the halves, signifying that if they broke their part of the contract, they would…
March 2013
2 posts
In response to the madness
One of my campus ministers did something very brave last night. Having come to Tuesday without a topic for his talk, he decided to deliver a talk on the current controversy surrounding Prop 8 and DOMA.
Now, I, at least, was a little nervous when I saw the…
