Poetry

Vulnerable. Poetic.

I am a writer. More precisely, I am a poet. I always have been. 11-year-old me would stay up well past lights-out hiding under a blanket with a flashlight, paper, and pen to write. My friends were all reading Tiger Beat Magazine, the Babysitter's Club series and anything by Judy Blume. I was reading Chaucer's… Continue reading Vulnerable. Poetic.

Poetry

Night Before Christmas, Texas Style

'T'were the night a'fore Christmas, when throughout the ranch, Not an oak tree was stirring, not even a branch; Our workboots were set by the fireplace with care, In hopes that Ole Santy Claus soon would appear; The kiddos were bunked-in all snug in their beds, While pictures of candy-canes two-stepped in their heads; This… Continue reading Night Before Christmas, Texas Style

Poetry, Word

King David and Stuttering Metrical Dactyls (just read)

I imagine King David, writing instrument in hand, scroll on one knee, writing furiously - trying to beat the dusk. This is when poets live - as the world falls asleep, poetic minds wake - Imagery marches down the page. Poetic hearts beat iambic pentameter, Thoughts come faster than hands can write... da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM… Continue reading King David and Stuttering Metrical Dactyls (just read)

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Playing Hide-and-Seek (my life story)

My life has been a long game of hide-and-seek with God. If you don't want to know my whole story, you should skip this blog. But if you want to find out why I love him so much, this is where you'll find out why.

Poetry

Hold On

When you're struggling Like a clothesline in the wind With the weight of all you have Hanging on the line When you're running Like a freight-train-Friday night When what's behind you keeps on coming Up from behind When you're low down You're feeling lower than the floor now When all that's weighing on your heart… Continue reading Hold On