This is a song I wrote on 7/21/26. “Here Now” Intro (1, x, 3, 4)I know you’re out there,I’m hoping you hear me,Under the flat lines, Out where you’re dreaming,Where you’re running and laughing,Ain’t scared of nothing,In the joy of the summer,While we’re all waiting,Here now,Here now,What does it look like,Beyond all these hallways,Where I’mContinue reading “Here Now”
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three
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”
“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”
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