What’s your favorite thing to cook?
As someone who looks around and finds more questions than answers, my favorite thing to cook is the status quo…the pot that I’m all-too-content to stir.
As if from Eden
Essences of truth remained
Thus, I hearkened back
Name an attraction or town close to home that you still haven’t got around to visiting.
An attraction close to home that I still haven’t gotten around to visiting is my wounded, yet deserving, inner-child — but her insight and excellent uppercut keep calling me in a perfect-pitch voice that sounds cello-like, and fighters and cellos are my favorite, so….
Each time that I dream
You go — taken by free will
You leave and don’t fight
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Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
>Where< I’ve felt loved, is in my sinew, and that’s because I’ve >always< felt loved — even before I was conceived.
These days, though, my sinew also hurts….
It hurts in my sinew
My sinew, I say!
The nightmare of night
That has dampened each day
Our terror-filled teens
Our men thrown elsewhere
Our women, wild-eyed
Our babies…none care
The response of my cells
Serves to insulate me
Indignant indifference
Where went my empathy?
I think that I know
When will I know I don’t?
If I stay echo-chambered
Then the fact is, I won’t
When God has equipped
When Jesus has taught
When the Spirit has led
We cannot fail to walk
How do I cleanse it
That place I don’t touch
That place, too, is mine
I must treat it as such
As light pulled from dark
By our Maker’s hand
When we act as we pray
We join Him where He stands
I shan’t become numb
To the crimes that I see
Today, against “them”
And tomorrow…me
Original Thought Credit: Genesis 1:4 “God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness.”
What colleges have you attended?
Having enjoyed college and grad school, as a mid-westerner, this is the time of year I instead need to recollect Spring Break.
Were I to die there
In my head
I know I’d rise there
Featherbed
White sand and sunshine
Surround me
Fine days and warm nights
By the sea
Steal away the only way
Is what to do
Muscle car and sixth gear
The dream comes true
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?
I once co-organized a sports team and our colors were iridescent — shifting from rosé to blue. Our mascot was a mystery.
“What time is it?” I dared not ask — for, the shadow was skulking in fit
“How much will this cost?” the shadow’d demand — never once seeing all that I’d lost
Across the horizons of vintage floorboards, the Sun still shines, happily
Time over there and Loss over here, each our own cheerleader, sadly
Who are the biggest influences in your life?
The biggest influencers in my life are calculated risk-takers. I admire them because I know that under the right circumstances, they’d be courageous enough to take an unreasonable risk, and it’d still turn out well. Epic, even.
Cupid cannot fly
But connecting you and I
Is Hope with Feathers
Inspiration credit: Emily Dickinson;
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all….”
What are your two favorite things to wear?
My two favorite things to wear are irreverence for worldly convention and hospitality (Johnny Cash singing, “I’ll Fly Away,” comes to mind)….
“We know that the whole creation has been groaning together…inwardly as we wait eagerly for…the redemption of our bodies.”
— Romans 8:22-23
“Hospitality: A Haiku”
Set aside, The Path
So graciously not shrouded,
Takes me thither, home
You’ll find God’s imprint
Not maybe, but certainly
Breathe…then ask…and see
Yesteryear, but still palpably here
Where do we put all of it — whether resigned…or, with determined grit?
Will it be what we wear, until joy feels threadbare
Place it, do we, on some high shelf — that we could walk forth
Fooling ourselves?
Yes, yesteryear, you have the heart’s ear
Yet, you cannot own time — nor our feet, or life’s rhythm and rhyme
Not the movement or music
Not the questions and answers
No more stealing away and distorting our stories, is grief
What book are you reading right now?
Right now, and for the last far-too-many years, I am reading an always-closed book. A tragedy.
The world
At one time
At once
Crashed
The past, the future
The then-present, then became
A thousand-mile debris field
The Colorado mountains to the Great Lakes
A stretch all afire
Nebraska knows why
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