a simple song on the night of another friend’s passing — this world has become too much to bear, even our lord he was prone to despair, my god my god why have you forsaken me, i thought there is no shadow of turning with thee, – but in me, but in me, there areContinue reading “three”
Category Archives: Poetry
“Down”
One morning in September, I found myself sitting in a swivel chair on the fourth floor with about twenty people. A mandatory training given by our newly appointed “leader.” From my seat, I could see the ground outside where people walked who were not trapped inside that cacophony of jabbering, belittling nonsense. I wanted toContinue reading ““Down””
take away (this eclipse)
A simple song written the night after our friend Luke Hollinger passed away. — It’s so crowded, without you here / This empty room, and all my fear, I’m not afraid, that God’s not real / But that he saw you shaking, didn’t heal. And that he’ll be greeted by my friend you’ve taken, IContinue reading “take away (this eclipse)”
The Elements
This post is part 4 in a 7 part series of reflections as I turn 25 years old. I’m convinced that to be human is to struggle and to struggle with God. This series serves to honor the difficult questions. I don’t know if everyone has questions their mind continually turns over while they walkContinue reading “The Elements”
objeción
nothing is static as a matter of fact. but the world is a hard and strange place that’s been chosen for us to live in. nothing is static, no full stop, but we pretend it is, just to stay alive. — when i stumble down the stairs, bleary eyed in the dark cocktail of aContinue reading “objeción”
Hey Jesus
a short poem for Easter this year.
Three (Stanzas of Haiku)
I’ve decided to write haikus this year to help me process things (like Ricky Baker in Hunt for the Wilderpeople). A haiku is a form of poetry which originated in Japan. Haikus typically contain three lines of poetry; the first line holding 5 syllables, the second 7, and the third 5 again. In my pieceContinue reading “Three (Stanzas of Haiku)”
“Breakfast”
a short poem written from my office chair, about sitting in booths. *photo by Mary E. Dienner.
Heroes
8-7-20 12:26 p.m. Phoenix, AZ Heroes We are endlessly the heroes of our stories, It doesn’t seem to matter how tired We must be getting, or who we’re fighting, We’ve “fought a million battles, never lost a one,” * We are Abel, and Jacob, and Abraham, Never the murderer, tricked, or uncalled, Noah, Joseph, theContinue reading “Heroes”
“boy on a hill”
in the park sat a boy atop a hill watching Phoenix clouds and declaring expectantly that he was waiting for the first drop of rain to trip and fall, aren’t we all. *photo by Aleisha Boley-Bear
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