On Tuesday evening, I hopped on Zoom and taught a friend’s kids about sonnets. Once we covered the basics—rhythm, rhyme—we spent the last half hour collaboratively writing a poem. I suggested Minecraft based on the fact that the younger kids …
I wrote today’s poem in November 2019 to the prompt “music.” It’s a Golden Shovel—a poem where the last word in each line matches up with some other phrase. This one uses the first few lines of Andrew Peterson’s marvelous …
I don’t have much to say about this one. It’s another from my ill-fated book of poems from 2005 or so. I remember walking across campus one spring and thinking of this poem. The superstition comes straight from Madeline L’Engle. …
I thought about posting a more thematic, political poem this week, but it turned out I had already published the one I was thinking of, and, eh, we can all go for something else in the timeline, right? So, here, …
I wrote this poem last November as part of the Poem a Day Challenge. But more importantly, from the looks of it, I wrote it in the middle of Uganda trip planning, and possibly shortly after Mandy Sydo (the US-side …
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Not much to say about this one. It was from the 2019 November Poem a Day prompt “Alpha.” Me being me, of course I automatically jumped to the scriptural references. Happy new year, friends. God is in control. Alpha and …
Merry Christmas, everyone! The Substitute Santa Originally written November 17, 2020 When Santa Claus is sick, what do you do? Poor Mrs. Claus was busy taking care Of him, and all the elves were out sick too. They couldn’t find …
This is a true story. I was walking across campus after class at undergrad when I got stopped by a cute guy with a British accent who, it turned out, was on a missions trip to evangelize. (The fact that …
I figure I’m overdue for a more serious theological poem. Ironically, this one was written at a professional conference back in 2019, not during church or as a reflection on my own Bible reading. I think it was at the …
I hate Canada Geese. My hatred starts with their very name (Canada Geese? Not the more grammatically proper Canadian Geese? Really?), but really, it’s everything about them. They’re loud. They’re messy. They’re winged spite-machines that hiss at people. I mean, …