Nothing too fancy about this blog...just a guy sharing some thoughts about being a husband, father, community member, and an undeservedly saved Christian in small town Minnesota. I love to be outdoors (when it's warm), participate in theatre, read/write, cook/bake (yes, they're different), enjoy good microbrews and wine, and spending time with my gorgeous wife and our offspring, and our excellent friends and family.
that space between usthat we made togetheryou, me, and weits emptiness is full of charges and doubts floating flecks in a sticky mess my hand delves deepto scoop just one thingout of the gulf like an eggshell in its own slickthe press of intention pushesthe thing further away To fight fire with fireand try to … More eating up eggshells
Not much of a holiday-themed poem, but after two nights of not sleeping well because of so much on the mind…and absolutely nutty dreams when I do sleep…this is what’s in my head. I don’t totally know what it means…so…make of it as you will. it all feels too closemummified in blanketsjolting from dark dreamspanicked … More Tricky thing, sleeping
Oh, to learn to holda dandelion seedin the palm of the hand outstretched in whitewhere softened cracks and creases touch and kiss and miss watch white, delicate fluffdance with breeze and breathbrushing past and over to the edge of skinteasing gain and loss tickling what could be fingers cage it incrags and cuts that trapsticking … More To learn to hold
In honor of Juneteenth, let’s listen and learn. Fill in the gaps of history, not to get weighed down by grief and guilt, but to create bubbles of “a-has” that (en)lighten our load so we can move with each other more freely…honestly…and with the love and grace and forgiveness shown to us by the Maker … More Juneteenth – let’s all rise together
Our youngest son’s school assignment was to write an acrostic poem. We’ve all seen an acrostic. They can be used as mnemonic devices to remember things, like the planets (and yes, I’ve included sad little Pluto; it will always be a planet to me). A sentence is created using the first letter of each planet, … More Acrostic poetry: more than child’s play
I realized today that I haven’t blogged in about four weeks. Not that anyone is counting…even me, until today. I had a goal to blog every other week just to keep writing (a blog isn’t a blog without at least a touch of ego) and maybe provide something that might spark interest in at least … More You eat yours, I’ll eat mine: a haiku for quiet self-indulgence
April is national poetry month. Poetry is a genres of literature that is seems people love or hate…and, like a delicate souffle, what’s created either works or it doesn’t. When it works, it can take you to the highest heaven or punch you square in the gut. When it doesn’t…well…the best it can get is … More National Poetry Month: Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons”
It’s Good Friday…the day Christ gave His all…the day the Father turned from His only begotten Son because of the unholiness of the sin of the world covering Him…the day Jesus, the Christ, the only Son of God, fulfilled all He came to do and said, “It is finished.” It is a sad day…and yet, … More Good Friday: who dieth thus dies well
There’s something about the way Octavia Butler shaped her story, “Parable of the Sower,” that made it less shockingly horrific than the other dystopian sci-fi novels I’ve read. However, her ability to draw from very real, contemporary ideas makes it more tangible…and so I sit in contemplation of that tangibility…seeing how so much of the … More Parable of the Sower: compassion in dystopia
I have been thinking about the novel for a week. Thinking. That’s it. I’ve sat down three times to see if I can get words on paper. Nothing. Creativity feels like a fair-weather friend these days. I’m mainly focusing on presentations, spreadsheets, meetings, spousing (I’m calling it a word today), parenting, childing (also calling it … More I. Am. Stuck.
a tilting of air 