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…
If this is hell, I
wonder what heaven looks like.
You cannot imagine a sky
bluer than this blue.
What’s the Platonic form
You close your eyes and smell
the sunlight on the long grass.
Will the stars sing with us?
Every square inch of you
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…
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…
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
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…
Sky inked in shades of gray and green
Barometric pressure raising the hackles
Of animals and poets
Dancing through the streets with eyes
Full of lightning
Smelling the earth and plasma
Handsprings on wet cement
Electrons raised halfway…
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.
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
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…
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
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.
Imitation of Prose of the World Order by Jean Day
a crown of thorns
is not cliché
2000 years ago
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…
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…