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Pan-Orama
Panorama: a complete view from pan– [all] + horama [Gk. sight, spectacle, that which is seen; from horan, to look, see] // I’ve been thinking about blind spots. We all have them–if we’re humble enough to admit. We live inside opaque walls (God-forbid you see through me), But our intimate souls crave close-ups; our brilliant intellects chase microscopic analysis, deconstruct &…
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Bloodthirst: Enough is Enough
bloodthirsty covenants we sold our brothers and sisters severed bloodties between babies and their mothers stole queens from their husbands so that our souls would unholy prosper wake up, repent, (it’s still happening) open your eyes (it’s still happening) how many more lives must be shot down when His blood was enough how many more babies silenced when…
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A SMASHED SAINT
A few months ago I asked a graphic designer friend of mine, Michelle Yejin Kim, to create a logo for me. During the discussion and mood boarding, she asked me, “So…what is Smashed Saint? What does it mean?” I shared with her that “Smashed Saint” carried the story of my redemption. Of how Jesus truly saved me…
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Rejecting the Way of Caesar
Confession: I don’t actually like politics. There was a time in my childhood that I considered being a lawyer, a judge, a politician, the President. But I quickly got bored with all the posturing and empty rhetoric that honestly didn’t make any sense to me and seemed like a whole big hullabaloo that complicated life, made people easily offended…
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The Good Cafe Window Seat
sitting at a window looking outside before the day runs into itself. and it’s not particularly gorgeous or spectacular, there’s nothing fancy about this seat, or my hair, or my naked unmade-up face, my thin eyes— in fact, the barista looked at me sympathetically as I rubbed my eyes and said, “caffeine, you need…
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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…
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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…
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For Those Falling Down the Rabbit Hole [or, To Growing]
![For Those Falling Down the Rabbit Hole [or, To Growing]](https://smashedsaint.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/img_9004.jpg?w=1024)
The ground beneath my feet Has fallen out from under me Suddenly, it dropped Like a vicious joke, a magician’s trick and poof I’m free falling; I’m Alice-in-the-rabbit-hole Not knowing where or when–or if–I’ll land. I frantic look left look right But they keep their hands raised and faces Exultant, turned to God and away…
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Finding the Mr. Wrongs
Confession: In early 2015, I had an active Tinder account for roughly 2 weeks. I’ll wait till the shock and/or hysterical laughter subsides…yes yes, funny, yes…mmhmm….yup, great, ok, yes, thank you, thank you, settle down now, folks, settle down. Ahem. No, I wasn’t ignorant to the fact that people criticize Tinder as the online “hookup” dating…
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God Only Knows What I’d Do
without them: These are my amazing, adorable, supportive, inspiring, noble, courageous, fun, virtuous, generous, compassionate, patient, long-suffering, God-loving, and loving parents. God only knows what I’d do without them. I mean, I literally wouldn’t be here without them (wah-wah). But seriously. Through my awkward childhood, rebellious teens, destructive & turnaround twenties, stabilizing & getting awesomer current thirties…they…
SMASHED SAINT 