King Lobbies

{ A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z } #1   After breakfast clears (dishes emptied, food gone hiding into jars) King lobbies masterfully.   Nose on paw, quirkily rustling, sniffing through unsettled vacuumed whiteness.  ... Continue Reading →

When Love Says Go

On February 3, 2017 the Back to Basics Collective put together a concert/fundraiser, When Love Says Go, to support my upcoming longterm missions to Asia. I'd been hashtagging #WhenLoveSaysGo over the past year as I traveled to different countries and cities for ministry and missions, as just a simple statement of--well, wherever God tells me to go,... Continue Reading →

Favorite Poetry: One

I know National Poetry Month was last month, but... any day is always a good day to sink into the beauty of an exquisitely crafted arrangement of words. Here are some lines of poetry that I love, in no particular order.   from "When You Are Old" by William Butler Yeats But one man loved the pilgrim soul... Continue Reading →

My Name

Last week I taught a poetry workshop to a group of amazing 6th graders at Heninger Elementary School in Santa Ana. We explored identity through Sandra Cisneros' piece "My Name" from her novella The House on Mango Street.  The irony of the fact that I had not, actually, written my own identity piece even as I was encouraging and... Continue Reading →

It Is Well

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul. Refrain: It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should... Continue Reading →

Waiting

Words don't get caught in my throat Rather they hide somewhere less further up, Somewhere buried, shy and unrelenting, Waiting for a moment so pure, so free So they can fly out effortlessly

the dust

collects in piles around the edges and cracks of this dream, broken again but not by the stories that haunted yesterday here is a new breaking, a new crumbling off of dry pieces like learning to hold a name tender in the center of your soul but not letting it infiltrate the secret places reserved... Continue Reading →

Faces

Love you Set free Birthing Space Like orbits And galaxies To encompass This exquisite peace

poetic bang

the poetry collides and there are so many pieces, glimpses, whole moments of pure aching glory... i want so much more to be smashed into infinite pieces, to be another big bang creating a new cosmos with You the center, You the flame, You the gravity, You the oxygen, You the comets, You the hydrogen... Continue Reading →

the beautiful wounds

there are battles everyday, small medium and large, that can stain, bruise, cut and scar our skin, memories, hands and hearts; some of these are more lasting, while others less inclined to be so insistent, less likely to remain after the battle has long ended. i care less for these less stubborn scars, these fast... Continue Reading →

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