Winning at love
The pandemic gods thought they had won by thinking they could say that touching and hugging were all bad so they took..
What is revealed: Erasure poetry in the time of COVID
Last week, I found myself staring at a torn, yellowed page striped by paint and typeface with seven words marching down the..
Prayers
I’ve always thought these should’ve been answered for me Until I confessed I hadn’t said anything And then left the sanctuary To..
Parting word: A poem
Gratitude is the way to go. Not only with the daily stuff – that too, of course – but at the end,..
The very stones: A poem
One of my first funerals, in my first pastorate, Was for a young man barely out of high school; One blistering July..
And now: A poem
Now that we have been given fresh smelling empty time, and hearts broken open, weary of the battering too egregious to voice..
She was John the Baptist
Upon one of the Sunday School walls, there hung a painting of John baptizing Jesus, but the River Jordan looked more like..
Advent poetry reading — A poem
An invitation to go deeper, to penetrate the hard-worn surface of our habitual this-and-that, permit entry to images, suggestions, even fears that..
Christian Community
(To my friends at Central Presbyterian Church) I was lost. I didn’t know it. I thought I had it all together. I..
On the toilet at 4 a.m.
I nurse my newborn son and run the shower. His breath knocks against the night air, nose clogged by a cold. I..
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