Fiction & Poetry

Nothing Quite As Empty

Nothing Quite As Empty
There’s nothing quite as empty As a funeral Where no one laughs. It’s as if we all know Or see for the first time The cold end That waits for us As we hurtle Toward the final unknowable With the full impact Of the last lap Of the speed of life. There are no passengers On this journey.
May 5th, 2012 | Fiction & Poetry, Poetry | Read More

Just Another Dream

Just Another Dream
Just another dream Receding in the distance. I thought by now I’d have more to show For this many years Of being way too busy – But doing what? I ask myself this On my way to a funeral Of someone about half my age As if I should be asking him “Did you finish?” “Did you fill in The empty spaces?” “Or...
April 28th, 2012 | Fiction & Poetry, Poetry | Read More

Creed

Creed
  I believe in one God who’s been known to show up when and where I’d much rather not see him. I believe in the maker of heaven and earth who blew air into lungs used to scream at the sky and I wonder if he ever regrets it. I believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, the begotten son, who is said to...
April 21st, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

Public Domain

Public Domain
I’m Not Alright My personal battle with myself, depression, and my realization that I was not ready.   Time for a New Strategy Posted: July 30, 2011 in Health, Spiritual, Uncategorized Tags: depression, inspiration   This afternoon I was putting away dishes. As I was placing the silverware...
April 14th, 2012 | Fiction | Read More

A Handful of Quietness

A Handful of Quietness
Time drives toil. Toil hastens time. Life’s syncopated rhythm Is hard to dance to. Work determines worth. Position yields power. So we Keep up to get by, Chase fleeting passions, Give a grand performance, Desperate for the inner critic’s acclaim. Sleep is fitful. Night is short, The day, long. Must...
April 7th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

Don’t Blame Ling Ling (or) Fools April

Don’t Blame Ling Ling (or) Fools April
Ling Ling works at the largest condom factory in the world. About six months ago I moved to one of those boom cities on the shores of southern China. Naturally, she was a bit embarrassed to tell me but after a few weeks of her saying she worked at some packaging factory, she laid it on me. I was shocked....
March 31st, 2012 | Fiction, Fiction & Poetry | Read More

Being a Christian is Easy

Being a Christian is Easy
    Being a Christian is easy – Just abandon all pretense, Remember that “the least of these” Is your benchmark For what matters in God’s economy. Could any of us imagine a world Where each one of us Loved our neighbor as ourselves Who gladly shared And called nothing our own? Or could...
March 24th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

I misplaced myself

I misplaced myself
I misplaced myself In a metro whoosh And taxi’s yellow   So I made a poster Just one, and carried it Folded up inside a book Under my arm It reads:   Missing Persons Alert: Have you seen A not white male Not 50 years old Without a receding hairline His eyes aren’t blue He’s not 5 foot...
March 17th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

Still Stitch Your Heavens

Still Stitch Your Heavens
  Indeed this is grace: Your Heavens touching down Like fabric upon your worn earth. (A loose bedsheet strung with compassion’s weight)   A needle pushed through the fibers Patently hems Your character As you embrace the shivering earth Like a blanket.   What response is needed But...
March 3rd, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

The Critic

The Critic
Early on, there was no need Or perhaps, rather, there was an abundance Leaving the impression of no need Every thing was so very easy So very black and white pre-decided Without shades of grey And the ambiguity that pollutes Every thought and action of today   What we think of or call The...
February 25th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More