I wake to see the chrysalis transluce
pray… that what I set free is worth more than what he leaves behind.
I look at your eyes / and forget they have color.
I write alone, in verse or prose / Enjoy it, if you predispose.
No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.
I’ve checked the flights from here to there, / And there to here, of course (of course!) / I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.
All I ever do is run. So how do I step in… Step into the sun?
Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine
July doesn’t change a thing.
The title is a Billy Joel lyric and comes off harsher than I intend, but only a LITTLE. This re-entry … More
Compartments are my specialty.
What will the church do with us?
Fight back the bullies.
This was the first in a very irregular stream of video entries. I’m slowly uploading them to my site so … More
risk brokenness to gain everything.
And lo, the clock chimes, dinner’s done
When asked for a Hero of mine as a kid / My mind generally filled with a blank
The Savior shunned no one except those who were “fixed/done”
That skip in Jesus Christ Superstar will always have a special place: If you try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by… Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine…
Being inside isn’t so bad, as long as you’ve got windows. Right?