Yesterday I did something impulsively, something I had never done before. Let me back up and offer some context… My friend Ruthie Johnson wrote a poem yesterday. She is a person of color and lives 5 miles from where Philando Castile was shot. She wrote …
Read MoreLove the Lord. Love the world. Work for nothing.
MANIFESTO: THE MAD FARMER LIBERATION FRONT by Wendell Berry Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything made. Be afraid to know you neighbors and to die. And you will have a window in your head. Not even your …
Read MorePrayer of the Frog
Prayer of the Frog by Walter Hollenweger Sometimes, I feel like a frog, Happy in the waterpond—until I run out of air and creep on land. Happy in the fresh air, until my skins hurts in the glaring sun and I plunge back into the …
Read MoreBainbridge Cemetery: A Poem
In a rare moment of poetic inspiration, I wrote this after attending the funeral of Paul Ragan, the father of my friend Darrell Chatraw. Bainbridge CemeterySpanish moss hung on mournful hearts,Sunlight peeked through green pine needles.Old family reunions,New family introductions,Folded flags,Military salutes,Loving laugher,Smiling tears,Stampering feet.The …
Read MoreIf chance be the Father of all flesh
Speaking of creeds, I came across this poem by Steve Turner, which is a great satire on our pluralistic culture (Thanks Ravi!). Check out the post script at the bottom…what a great thought on the futility of chance. According to Wikipedia, “Steve Turner is an …
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