Hello friends. Today, we embark on a meaningful exploration of a concept that has the potential to reshape our spiritual journeys: the practice of pruning the branches and burning the ships. Join me as we unpack the essence of these metaphorical ideas and understand how they can lead us to a more profound relationship with…
Author: cotyschwabe
ode to Popeye’s chicken sandwich: a poem
heaven sent brioche bun:honey sweet, buttered and toasted.first flavor to greet the tongue.king of the bread hill.perfect bookendsof subtle flavor. crispy chicken filet:the size of a steak,seasoned like an old veteran,deep fried, moisture locked.meat tender as a loving father.floured like the fields of Holland,salted and peppered. fresh pickles separating cake-like layers.brine-soaked submarine cucumber slices.satisfying crunch…
Oregon landscape: a poem
the clouds partand the light of Heaven breaksthrough likethe gloryof Godto shine on manwith all His resplendence. like giantphoton beamsshredding the cloudsinto Swiss cheeseand rolling overthe hills likefocused magnifying glassesof otherworldly beings —maybe angels —looking for somethingthey’d lost upon the Earth. where did you put it last? if I knew, Jerry,I wouldn’t be searching, would…
subway shooter: a poem
he sits in a vanand records himself talking.yells about peopleand their flawsand how they should payfor their crimes against him. talks of wrongs,of vengeance,of violence. he goes home,and retrieves a gun.knows what he has to do. he gets on a crowded subway carand people shuffle in around him. he waits for theslightest provocation. it comes…
panhandlers: a poem
earlier,when I left work,I stopped by Target. I picked up some Kind bars for my lunch,and some dark chocolate almondsfor when I write,and some blue corn tortilla chipsfor the salsa in the fridge(on the verge of molding),and a peanut butter trail mix for the wife,and I left. I then went to Carl’s Jr.and got a…