Poetry
After solitary confinement
for Grandpa Marty
Somewhere between
the third and fourth day,
you waved goodbye
to belief in God’s existence
through a window
you drew
on the muddy walls
of your cell.
When you came out
of that tomb
you asked for a pen
and some stationary
to record your life
after this conversion.
A journal full of
requests...
June 16th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
The Book of Hours
Disciplines are good for the soul, they say.
They say.
My mind flutters with ordinary thought.
Of murder and creation.
Paint splatters and fine lines.
This squishy brain has difficulty with order.
The same. The same.
Daily office seems like a lovely thought.
Or theory.
Not in practice.
I cannot help...
June 15th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
Everybody Knows
Everybody knows
When we were all wide-eyed little ones
Before we learned to hate and hurt,
Every one of us knew,
As if there was nothing else to know,
That life is a gift beyond all others,
And we share it with every other person,
Old or young,
Here or there,
Large or small,
Now or then.
Every animal...
June 9th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
A First Reckoning
I was made by two children of God
Tearfully greeted by hearts breaking with joy
Brought home to safe reception,
Looked after diligently,
And made a sister
Sung to sleep.
I was taught to say my pleases and thank yous
To clean up after myself
To be a helpful guest
To share with my sister
And appreciate...
June 8th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
Flock
Watching them fly,
I am reminded of the
tastes of life,
what a circling pattern love is,
and how entanglement
is a warm nest of briars
that bids return.
No one really goes away,
any more than a word undone.
Love is not pure in present tense.
Each season, the tympani of wings
blackens the farthest sight,
and...
June 2nd, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
The Mother Bloom
In morning and in spring,
secrets giggle, tightly wound
and new until
bursting into youthful laughter.
She shines back toward the
grateful sun.
The day grows tall and this
unfolding, lovely flower
is most beautiful once opened, full
and mature.
Captivating bee and butterfly.
She nods while tending to...
June 1st, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
Time
the minute hand clicking by
time running away with the days
merciless face
emotionless ruler
time kisses each face
with a little bit of death each day
each day a staggering soul blown out
and a baby born
calculated time, cold as steel
yet, decaying morals celebrate
breath and blood in their beautiful...
May 26th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
When The Church Became a Building
When the church became a building
She forgot her founder’s call
She chose instead brick and mortar
to build herself a wall
The doors she built
Locked some out, others in
Proclaimed who was holy
And who was still in sin
She lit the candles
Said it was time to pray
Blew out the lights
Now time to go...
May 25th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
The Day of First Fruits: Ripening (A Poem for Pentecost)
Amazed and perplexed, they asked
one another, “What does this mean?”
– Acts 2:12
Strand One: recognition
tongues of fire on their heads,
glimmering banners of love—
tongues afire in their mouths,
burning through the brush
of the babble
of unknown languages—
a harmonious riversong of...
May 19th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More
Courage
It’s more than the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz
It’s more than doing what everyone else does
It’s more than putting on a uniform.
Courage is our name
For those times
When we, and everyone around us,
want more than anything to give up,
When we know we are losing,
But we keep going,
We keep...
May 18th, 2013 | Poetry | Read More


