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Monthly Archives: October 2019

Every Square Inch

We may not use the same words—God, Jesus, Christ, Brahman, Light, Love?—but language could never be truly sufficient to describe the indescribable anyway.

The Unintended Outcome

When my parents brought up college during my junior year of high school, I delivered this zinger: “What’s more important, college or God?”

The Mosaic Wolf

I’ve been trying to detach from the darkness: the points I feel I failed, times of shame, times of fear.

This Is America

Just the smile of someone who is in on the secret.

The Orchestra of Evolution

The first thing you should know about cranes is that they don’t like to be ignored.

Go Forth

No one actually protests my ordination or calling; no one says I do not belong. This isn’t the case for some women in certain denominational spaces.  

Second Person

Second Person

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After all, wounds weep before they’re healed.

Morning Poems

Morning Poems

I was tired. I was also tired of myself. So I started class with a poem.

Rules of Engagement

Rules of Engagement

There are many white people in Grand Rapids, and gossiping about dog breeds is, I guess, what we do.

Hesiod, Hope, and El Camino

Hesiod, Hope, and El Camino

Let’s Greek out, y’all. 

Seagrove Beach, September 25

Seagrove Beach, September 25

“Fine. How about a chicken?” 

Haunting

Haunting

I don’t believe in ghosts. I do believe that wicked work cannot be hidden.

An Open Letter to Owls

An Open Letter to Owls

I will have you know that you all used to be one of my favorite animals.

Settling

Settling

One of the things about moving around a lot is that people start to ask you, “Does it feel like home?”

Plan B or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Special Fields Exam

Plan B or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Special Fields Exam

An unexpected call, just before the exam starts. A worried glance down at a phone, a quick “excuse me.”

1 Corinthians 13, 2019

1 Corinthians 13, 2019

Love never cancels. But where there are conservative and progressive platforms, they will cease; where there are vigorous debates, they will be quieted; where there is a think piece, it will pass away.

Why

Why

I write because someone once said, “Only two jobs can speak for the dead: detectives and writers.”

Remembering

Remembering

When we cannot speak to God, cannot even say the barest “I love you,” we are carried.

Back to the Basics

Back to the Basics

Thirteen years later, I realize I made a bad trade. Mom, you were right. No one is surprised.

Eyes

Eyes

There’s more than meets the eye
Invisible to the naked eye
I can do that with my eyes closed

Unwarranted Parental Advice to Myself

Unwarranted Parental Advice to Myself

You know what? Come to think of it, It’s OK if you don’t enjoy every moment. People are always saying that: “Enjoy EVERY moment!”

Numb

Numb

You didn’t have to know Bennington’s pain first hand to understand a Linkin Park song.

Flirtations with Hockey Fandom

Flirtations with Hockey Fandom

It’s a tricky balance, the nostalgia and passion of the past against these grim truths that have always existed.

Nounless Poetry: An Experiment

Nounless Poetry: An Experiment

Borges describes a fictional language that completely lacks nouns, and I tried to work out what this might mean in practice.

Slices of Asphalt 

Slices of Asphalt 

“How many parking spaces do you think our apartment would take up?”

De-Centering Prayer

De-Centering Prayer

I’ve peed behind dumpsters, on beaches, in alleys, gardens, parking lots, yards—and yet I was here, in this bathroom, I-can-pee-anywhere-ing in a space created for people who can’t.

A Good Google is Hard to Find

A Good Google is Hard to Find

I’ve been trying to reframe my perspective by picturing the internet as an attic—one that is full to the brim with all the stuff you couldn’t bear to throw away.

Conversations with Taxi Drivers

Conversations with Taxi Drivers

“No, you need to take a right where the soups are. The soups on the boulevard. You know what I’m talking about, right? Because I’m not sure I know what I’m talking about.”

Stacking Wood (The Homestead Still Teaches)

Stacking Wood (The Homestead Still Teaches)

I learned that home is a team sport.

Going with the Stream

Going with the Stream

Just a few examples of artists getting playful with neat possibilities afforded by music’s digital presentation.

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