Read Act I, Act II, and Act III A Christmas Sonnet: Act IV Originally written April 15, 2019. #130 A grave, a grave! Beneath a willow tree, Scrooge watched Bob lay his child into the ground. Each shovelful of dirt, laid …
Read Act I and Act II A Christmas Sonnet: Act III Originally written February 17, 2019. #129. “A game, a game! Fred, let’s play Similes.” Scrooge and the Spirit watched his nephew lead His friends in wordplay—watched them gently tease …
Read Act I here. A Christmas Sonnet: Act II Originally written February 10, 2019. #128 A girl, a girl! Scrooge gasped, and his voice broke. He had not seen her face in thirty years— Nor heard her voice—the sweetness when …
I’ve always been fond of A Christmas Carol, and last year I decided it was time to write my own adaptation. Over the next 5 weeks I’ll be sharing a sonnet based on each act of the story, probably without commentary. …
In case you missed my last post (which was NOT a poem), I’m headed to Uganda with my church in June. As preparation for that trip, I plan on sharing more details about this trip and reflections about previous missions …
I posted this on social media this morning, and am posting it on the blog here literally just so I can say I posted a poem today. Because I’ve posted on Sundays* for 124 weeks now, and gosh darnit, I’m …
Several of us in The Poetry Pub are doing an annual November Poem a Day challenge. Friday’s prompt was “pet,” and since fellow poet Amelia Friedline currently owns a Scottish Terrier and my family had one when I was growing …
This is somewhat of a postscript to last week’s sonnet. In Sunday School, while Facebook was starting to blow up in reaction to what I wrote, we talked about the judgment seat of Christ, and how even as believers, so …
First: Remember that poem about cheese? It’s in a chapbook! Download it here for free. Second: there’s a long, unedited theological commentary ahead. If you don’t care, skip to the last three paragraphs or so and you’ll get the relevant …
At Hutchmoot last weekend, a bunch of us in The Poetry Pub sat around the lunch table to discuss its future. Which we did!… but we also talked about cheese. Specifically, the string cheese that was provided in our lunch …