Articles By: Connor McClenahan

i can acutely describe the coming of the dawn

i can acutely describe the coming of the dawn as a curtain raised by western stars. hot stage light held back by black metal mountains. i can precisely account for the breaking of the day by a Brazilian carnival adorned in pinks fire red yellows impatiently held at the crest of the mountains. i can...

September 22nd, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

O Lord of All Matter

Would your glory fill the whole earth. Would it fill the ENTIRE EARTH, the ENTIRE EARTH, Lord Jesus. Would your Spirit move all things around. Would your Spirit rustle everything – Shuffle everything back to brand new. Would you rearrange each atom So that it embodies the essence Of your Pure And...

August 26th, 2012 | Poetry | Read More

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...