Category: poetry

Father Abraham Digs a Well

In honor of Hutchmoot this weekend, here’s the sonnet I contributed to that year’s scrapbook. I’m not sure what specifically inspired it—the story of Abraham, and the woman at the well in John 4, obviously, but I couldn’t tell you

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A Meditation on Hats

I’ve always been fond of hats, probably because of that classic work of children’s literature, Go Dog Go. I tried and failed to wear many hats as a youth, including a flatcap of my grandfather’s that looks terrible on me. I

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Slow Growth

Curiosity question: would anyone miss it if I stopped posting explanations completely? I go back and forth; sometimes they’re worth it, but other times they’re not. Today’s is one of the borderline ones; it stands on its own, and even

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The Little Snake

A few things about today’s poem. First, it’s back to that theme of bitterness, one of my pet sins. It was particularly bad back in November, during a very long cycle of stress. I don’t remember if this was after

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The Temptations of Mortal Flesh

Originally written January 19, 2014. #117. An incubus is hov’ring over me His voice is gentle, and his smile is coy, He whispers, softly, lying pleasantly. He feeds off daydreams, things that cannot be: Endearing ones, designed not to annoy.

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Meijer After Dark

This is one of my rare free-form poems, and is 100% autobiographical. Meijer (pronounced My-er) is our local one-stop shop for groceries, back to school supplies, clothes, whatever. Think Wal-Mart, only nicer… but it does give off a slight vibe of

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The Miners

Happy Labor Day! The Miners Originally written November 2018. #115. “Just give me my fair due. That’s all I want.” The striking worker waves his handmade sign. He and his striking brothers form a line In front of the head

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The Rough Road

I don’t remember the context of this. It was second-semester-of-grad-school stress for sure, and probably prompted by a brief stretch of doing a poem a day. Regardless of the original situation, it’s still true. I may not be led into

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The Extrovert

For about seven months last year, I had a single mom and her young daughter living with me. The daughter was very cute when she wanted to be, but she also had some very rough days. This poem stems from

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Senioritis

Today’s sonnet is in honor of all of the students who are already going back to school for some reason, even though the beginning of August is absurdly early for it. I don’t remember when I wrote this one, but

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