lamb

tug and tug         and tug for more, rusty arms, bloody sores. Calloused thumbs, clogged hearts. A beautiful site to see. torn limbs,  blistered feet.  hollow eyes, devil seas. Elbow grease for a sculptured furrow, stretch marks of divine bone marrow. Beauty, sorrow, offering—it’s all the same to me.

Let’s See If the Dark Eyeshadow Will Help You Not See: A Paradoxial Theology

“There is no place safe in this increasingly small world.” “No place safe, indeed…” And I was drinking water, and I needed it, but I wanted not to want, and yet it is every part of me, the physicality of wonder at a sea, a paradox: I’ve seen the world, the world’s got nothing for […]

Happiest Time On Earth

Some quotes about childhood that I like: “Children seem to think every pleasant thing has to be a surprise.” – Gilead, Marilynne Robinson “We are instinctive but deeply flawed risk assessors.” – I’m OK (tbp), Jarrod Green about children’s resilience and the importance of playing rough “Our greatest natural resource is the minds of our children.” […]

God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life.

If I ever get discouraged about my writing life, in general, all I must do is listen to great music, read great books, look at great art, surround myself with great people and the life that surrounds me through nature and creatures, and I feel fortunate, in the least, that I am able to live […]