Category: Writing

  • Hades Gets Older

    Hades Gets Older

    the farmer wakes up earlyhe eats his breakfast late the morning spilling likebroken egg yolk over the hills in the barn, his dirt bike sitsunder a brown canvas tarp it hasn’t run in a coon’s agethe exhaust full of chicken feathers he’s traded in the open roadfor the neat pattern of a garden the smell…

  • Lent

    Lent

    The earth is the Lord’s,though we’ve borrowed it –like younger siblingscarelessly takingthis and that,returning brokenwonders,hopingHe won’t noticethe shrunken forestsand the once Yellow River,the exhausted air,the blood-stained livestock,and our unmistakable signatureover what was onceBangladesh. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like “Lent,” CLICK HERE.

  • A Melody of Persistence

    A Melody of Persistence

    Last night’s dinner encruststhe gray enamel plates. The stickypaste of gnocchi hardened on the surface like gum that’s beenthere for months. The dishessing out in an orchestra of you’re an idiot and why didn’t you do this sooner? A ballad of you’re such a  procrastinator from the moundsof unwashed laundry, the pile of whining textbooks,…

  • THE BLUE BOOK

    THE BLUE BOOK

    I imagine his book of poetry to be blue—Cover blue, spine blue, pages, poems, blueMe, blue him to make blue That he exists bluely and glued To the notion of me praying for more poems To arrive from his side of life to my sad here. His signature is missing where signs speak Of the…

  • Pray Predator Prey

    Pray Predator Prey

    Its nostrils widen, pupils dilate. It caught our scent. Sweat, mud, teenage girl, lavender, wormwood. Poor creature has no idea what’s coming for it. Ivy shoots me a grin, more snarl than smile, and I know she feels it too. Feels the doe’s heartbeat pounding with ours, feels it racing and quivering, stuttering to keep…

  • Five out of Five

    Five out of Five

    So, way back when I was in the second grade, they started these commercials on TV during Saturday morning cartoons when kids all over America ruled the TV dial, as you might recall. And this quip came up: “Four out of five dentists recommend sugarless gum for their patients who chew gum” as if most…

  • Hyacinth

    Hyacinth

    Apollo slouches in his pewtired from the touch of familiar strangerswho bring apple cake and baked hamlike it’s medicine to the broken hearted the body lays in the dusty fields of early summerworking tirelessly with tractor and disc harrow spitting up the earthteeth eating, not only dirt, but quiet fleshwithout warning, there is a blood…

  • Hypostasis

    Hypostasis

    I wonderif it countsas prayer –what I breathe out,call out,when we’re both/and,when, with my tongue,I write Godinto the sacred lack of spacebetweenus,into the almostness,the now-delight.God! enfleshedGod! spirited MoverGod! the Father and the Mother and the ChildGod! You with your senseless generosity!Your lavish liberality! You-to-whom-all-flesh-shallcome. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you…

  • Sukidayo

    Sukidayo

    Your silver gaze captivatesme. One moment, a lightgray. The next a vibrant cobalt, as potent as your prodigious emotion.Oh, I was going to kiss you. Oh. Tentative lips meet,only brushing the surface,leaving want in the air. 付き合いたい。 My hands on the wheel,my heart beating hard justbeing next to you. Your deep voice rings out. I’ve…

  • favorite poems of all time: an incomplete obsession

    favorite poems of all time: an incomplete obsession

    Here’s something: an incomplete list of my favorite poems of all time. Incomplete because I couldn’t remember scads of great poems I’ve read across the years. Still, I was able to compile a pretty good representation of my taste and group poems by theme. (And song lyrics count cause I say so.) Here we go…

  • Generational Culture — films, novels, and the rest

    Generational Culture — films, novels, and the rest

    My friend Chad wrote a post about generational culture in hopes to pick a film for every generation. As we texted back and forth with our friend Doug, we realized that a single film might not define a generation so much as a bank of films or even a bank of cultural touchstones. So after…

  • The Forest

    The Forest

    They came in the night hours, prowling at the edge of the forest. A flash of eyes, the curl of a lip, then darkness once more. They had been in the forest since the beginning. They were the blood the ran through its veins, their wild drums the beat of its heart, their lavender smoke…