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)”
a short poem written from my office chair, about sitting in booths. *photo by Mary E. Dienner.
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”
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
— We went, Across the green hills of Alabama to a breakfast in Birmingham, On the red roads of Mississippi saw the house of Elvis in Tupelo, Skirted the corner of Tenessee and over the river at Memphis, Through the open fields of Arkansas on 412 until route 63 north, Stayed with old friends inContinue reading “across america”
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heated water, i’ve deemed priceless, shower, tea, oatmeal, and steam, rising up off the lake, and over the concrete bridge i cross on my long commute, during which i try to decide, what things are truly valuable; hot water, —
Tonight, I’m gonna get on an eastbound airplane and go back home. Aleisha, Isaiah, and I were slated to be camp counselors with Mike next week at the ministry where he’s serving for a year. That was yesterday morning. Yesterday afternoon I went to Walmart and bought a watch for camp. Yesterday night they boughtContinue reading “holes”
In two of the classes I’m enrolled in, I am subjected to weekly, online discussions in the class forums. It’s a sort of underground where faceless accounts trade ideas down the lines of comment threads. Last week, a discussion topic got rolling about whether or not our society is “too far gone”, corrupted beyond hopeContinue reading “a poem for the prophets”
“Communion” They’re all coming up the aisle eagerly, Red dress, navy shirt, Blue blouse, black skirt, Sisters – brothers – saints – neighbors, — And the music plays: “I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly trust in Jesus’ name,” — An old man slowly staggers toward the bread and wine, Then the youngContinue reading “Communion”