I’ve had a book of poetry in the works for a few years, and I’ll admit: I’m pretty psyched on it. But when it comes to putting it out, I always get hung up…
My tween daughter shared a selfie on Facebook, and what caught me was her eyes. The comments rolled in — “gorgeous! so pretty!” — and they were true. But they didn’t tell her the whole truth. So I will. Join me at A Deeper Story today to learn what your selfie REALLY says about you.
Christianity in general (and Evangelicalism in particular) has a great many vocal, self-proclaimed gatekeepers. They employ a range of scare tactics and subtleties, but the message is the same: “We” are in; “you” are out. This has long been the way of the Christian; it has never been the way of the Christ. Join me today at A Deeper Story for my short piece of spoken word poetry, You Can’t Keep Me Out.
We have time, but only a little (Or does the time have us?) Before we move into the timeless, Which has always moved in us. And in the moment of that meeting Of our past and our always, Perhaps we’ll find our past is present And that our time, it never was. *** I happened to write this late last night, not sure it really needed posting, and then this morning learned of the passing of Maya Angelou. She was an inspiration of spirit and verse to me, so I offer this as an impromptu and imperfect tribute. May […]
I am known for using strong words like fuck to carry my message. And I am known for holding the Word of God in the highest esteem. So you should know when I use the word Jesus to curse what is awful, no, I do not take the Lord’s name in vain; it is the strongest word I know.
My friend Stephen says that the internet hates Valentine’s Day. I think this is a hilarious thing to say because it is so entirely true. As an individual person, I don’t really care one way or the other about the holiday, but as a part of the collective consciousness that is The Internet, I am inclined to agree that it is a disagreeable day of saccharine sentiment, thanks almost wholly to– you guessed it– The Dang Internet. Moreover, I maintain a fierce aversion to the word lover, and this, not as a part of any nebulous “we,” but as a […]