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Speak Again

I still talk to myself. Big conversations I’ve rehearsed of late include a breakup, a car insurance claim, and a defense of “inappropriate” literature I’ve chosen for a class.

Elementary

“Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire;
Still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire.”

Maranatha

In a world where fame and infamy
are two sides of the same coin,
who gets to leave a legacy, anyway?

Begin to Hope

I have no dancing around my bedroom with a hairbrush microphone to Britney Spears to look back on. That’s because I didn’t listen to anything other than CCM until high school.

The Other Side Again

And so here I am, standing still in the eye of a hurricane, the confluence of these memories, documents, and moments of déjà vu swirling every which way.

This, Too

But the sun comes out and doughnuts exist and there’s a one-eyed cat who likes to roam the school grounds and often visits my window. This happens, too.

Best of 2016

In the spirit of the anthology, we’ve decided to tailor our annual “best of” list to the sections in the book.

Peter and Wendy 

The character becomes too old, too practical, or too jaded to believe in the thing that once brought him so much joy. That world, the thing he loved so much and invested so much time in, dies. And something inside him dies, too.

The West

I’ve never quite understood the call of the West, a siren song so strong that some will risk—and lose—their lives to follow it.

Go Forth

A lot of commercials lately seem to be taking on social issues, and I think it’s important for us to see our world through the lens of an advertiser.

Double Dutch

The dancers separate into groups of eight and begin the dance. There’s nothing quite like the sound of hundreds of wooden shoes clomping along the asphalt in rhythm. Or the semblance of rhythm.

Text START for Help

In training, we were taught to give specific words to people’s feelings, to say “devastating” instead of “sad” or “furious” instead of “angry.” But those are just fancy words for the fairly small and basic set of emotions we face as humans.

The Other Side

It’s Saturday morning and I’m back at my old high school, preparing for a day full of those meta sort of moments when you get to sit on the other side of the table. Those times when you get a totally new perspective on something you’ve done a hundred times.

The Heavens

On the outskirts of town, there’s no telling where the snow ends and the sky begins. It’s hard to hear the glory today.

Little Light

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

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