“But human beings need deepening places too. And far too many never have any.”
Madeleine L’Engle, A Wind in the Door
Elegy and Legacy: A Poem for Father’s Day
I have been waiting all year to post this one! Although I wrote this poem three years ago, I’ve had it lingering in the digital wings for a variety of reasons. I had big dreams of this being published elsewhere, in some “reputable magazine,” but a few rejection letters later, and I’ve put that thoughtContinue reading “Elegy and Legacy: A Poem for Father’s Day”
Stranger by Thomas Merton
Originally posted on My Pastoral Ponderings:
Be still, and know that I am God! Psalm 46:10 Stranger | Thomas Merton When no one listens To the quiet trees When no one notices The sun in the pool Where no one feels The first drop of rain Or sees the last star Or hails the first…
Figure Drawing and Freewrite Fridays: 2D Art and Poetry
Two years ago, one of the art teachers where I work approached me about getting a group of students together on Fridays during lunch for a bit of creative synergy we affectionately dubbed Figure Drawing and Freewrite Fridays. Students came after lunch (or during, in some cases) and sketched charcoal drawings of student or teacherContinue reading “Figure Drawing and Freewrite Fridays: 2D Art and Poetry”
Violet: Poems Inspired by Color
Finally! Of all the color poems I’ve written for this series, violet was the most challenging. Admittedly, part of the issue was simply a matter of time. As I’m sure you’ve realized, there never seems to be enough of it! If only Jim Croce could have put time in a bottle… Writer’s block, or thatContinue reading “Violet: Poems Inspired by Color”
Blackout Poetry: Breathing New Life into Discarded Books
It’s another one of those life seasons. Little time to be creative as I wrap up another school year. I’m working on my violet poem in any spare moments I can carve out of the day, but I must admit disc golf and time building dams in the creek with my younger boys has beenContinue reading “Blackout Poetry: Breathing New Life into Discarded Books”
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I am a lover of words – the way they sing together in neat or sprawling lines upon the page, conducted by the great wordsmiths of all time. The way a sudden turn of phrase or surprising combination of sounds resonates with the deep within me, causing pause…
