The Likeness of Unseen Things: A Lesson from the Woolly Bear

Sky brought a caterpillar to class. Shortly before my seventh period British Literature course began, Sky introduced me to her caterpillar (Fred, I believe she named him), a token from her lunch outside in the park. Rather than send her back outdoors to return the woolly bear to its rightful domain, I allowed her toContinue reading “The Likeness of Unseen Things: A Lesson from the Woolly Bear”

A Midsummer Afternoon’s Dream

When I began crafting this poem, I fully intended to mimic the style of Geoffrey Chaucer’s “General Prologue” to The Canterbury Tales: “When that August with his beastly heat…” However, I found the set meter and rhyme too restricting for the random wanderings of a father and his young sons up and down the streamContinue reading “A Midsummer Afternoon’s Dream”

Puppet or Kite?

Last Sunday, I started mulling over the phrase “marionette me.” I’ve always been impressed by the master marionettests who can bring puppets to life through the subtle, intentional movement of strings, operating unseen. I guess I’ve always appreciated puppets. I was raised on Sesame Street and, more importantly, The Muppet Show. I used to loveContinue reading “Puppet or Kite?”

Made for Life: Fleeing the Waiting Room of the Soul

I admit that I don’t handle myself nor others well when I’m frustrated, tired, or just haven’t taken some time to feed my soul. I feel guilty, honestly, when I take the time to sit down and write poetry, let alone create these posts, when I have six children, a wife, a job, and manyContinue reading “Made for Life: Fleeing the Waiting Room of the Soul”

Battling the Gorgons of Deceit & Fear

Just over a year ago, I intended to post this poem. Tonight, it felt fitting. How easily I allow deceit to choke my peace! How easily I simply give up, rather than fight on despite the odds, frustrations, or fears. It’s just easier to believe the lie or kneel to fear. The Greco-Roman myths, fullContinue reading “Battling the Gorgons of Deceit & Fear”

Stormy Cathedrals

When we were children, storms tended to frighten us. I’m not sure when the switch happened, but for me, they inspire reverence. Over the past week, we’ve had our share of storms where I live. This took me back to a poem I wrote almost two years ago, birthed out of a similar storm-gazing experience.Continue reading “Stormy Cathedrals”

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”