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Day 03: Accomplishing Nothing

I accomplished literally nothing today. Outside my windows, shades of dusk are telling me that Saturday evening is here and that I have nothing to show for it. I haven’t bought a couch, built a website, or written anything good….

Dear God (A Psalm for Lent)

dear god it’s me again it’s february and i can’t tell where the grey horizon ends and the grey sky begins (i can’t tell much of anything anymore) i heard a song today about how “this is my father’s world /…

Confessions of an Impatient Seedling

I am waiting, not very patiently. I fell into the ground some time ago, you see, and have been all but forgotten. In the darkness I feel myself dissolve, the shell that once protected me turn to ash. I am alone. Soil fills…

Share If You Think This Is Funny

Remember when you knew how to laugh? I don’t just mean the sort of resigned snort lazy half-assed acknowledgment of humor we’ve befriended of late, (most often in the company of cheap beer and acquaintances.) heh-heh-heh I mean laugh. The wheezing, gasping,…

150 Actual Search Terms For My Blog (as Poetry)

Over the past few years this blog has granted me a unique glimpse into our collective humanity. Not only in the words we share and the comments we leave, but in the questions we ask when we are alone with…

I'm Tired of Owning

i’m tired of owning things boxes taped up and torn open again and taped up again but never really unpacked i’m tired of clothing and toys and furniture and all the trappings of should and supposed to and someday i’m…

Weekend Links (Vol. 6)

The God I Don’t Believe In by Antonia Terrazas I wonder if I have started to pay more attention to the “surrounding material” being chipped away from that form revealing itself in the marble, creating tiny playthings from the sheddings,…

Smartphones and Dumb People

Look up. They say we are a generation of smartphones and dumb people. Wasting our days on empty social media. Trading real life for an artificial world. Missing life because we’re looking down. So let’s return to a quieter time….

Weekend Links (Vol. 2)

Though it’s Monday afternoon, I still am not ready to admit that the weekend is over. So, with that denial firmly in place, here are a few good things I read on the internet in the past week or so:…

If My Voice Is Heard At All

If my voice is heard at all, let it be heard whispering hope to those longing to hear. Let it be heard by those who have been sold lies disguised as truth. Let it be heard by those broken hearts who…