I have to confess: I have always been a bit of a happiness skeptic. Sure, I know that God intends us to have deep and abiding joy. But somehow the term “happy” seemed to be joy’s cheaper, less durable knock-off. In addition to this, there have been plenty of times in my life that the joy […]
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This poem comes from a conversation that I had tonight with dear friends, she is from Iceland and he’s from the Philippines. Listening to memories of a childhood spent picking mangoes and swimming in the warm sea was poetry in and of itself. Memories of what grew in Iceland and Montana were remarkably similar and […]
Read moreChicken “are you chicken,” he taunted. squint-eyed and red cheeked, with all those freckles splashed across his pug nose i look from his leering grin to my yellow flip-flop, bobbing in the pool like a duck in azure water just beyond my reach. do I stretch out to retrieve it, risk the shove i know […]
Read moreThis dock’s been in my family for a lotta years. A lot more years, I reckon, than most’ve the families who own cabins here on the lake now. You can see who’s old and who’s new by the way the outsides of the cabins look…old families, our cabins look like cabins. The new ones, […]
Read moreThere is beauty everywhere, in unexpected places, yes even in the spaces where it seems least likely of all. All around me, the leaves are falling. This is a season of dying, of beautiful dying: the colors burn from every tree, they fly like sparks through brisk air scented with woodsmoke. It is beautiful, all […]
Read moreRubicon I have worn out my soles pacing this pebbled shore eyes grown weary watching the distant other I have the courage, I think to cross the water cast my paper boats adrift set them afire, watch them blaze down the river like burning stars against a watery blue sky. all that holds me here […]
Read morei want to lay myself down where earth meets sky and there, being neither one nor the other rest in the balance
Read moreWhen did it become a foolish thing to love wholly, submit to abandon embrace the risk of passion? Who taught us to give, instead a calculated sort of love measured out in teaspoons rationed by fear? Despite convention, I wish for you the blessing of a broken heart the grace to experience the beautiful, broken […]
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Read moreseeds take them in your hand spilling over through trembling fingers they pour sliding, one over another smooth brown seed coats flow broadcast them wide sweeping out let them fly through open hands released, a gift cotyledon-encased embryos sow wait for them now taking root in rich soil while your hands, empty fold and […]
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