Poems and posts about life, creativity, and God
every year, tsunamis hit harder.every year, hurricanes hit harder.every year, earthquakes hit harder.every year, sunrays hit harder. the crust of the Earth slowly dries up—withers and cracks,parched and dehydrated. the glaciers of the Earth slowly melt into oceans—icebergs into ice cubes,shaved and dissolved. the forests of the Earth are slowly destroyed—cut down and burned,chopped up…
in the realm of fluorescent lights, I am crowned,a fast-food monarch, overseeing a realm of grease.my domain a symphony of sizzling patties,and the aroma of fried sustenance fills the air. behind the counter, I stand, a lone sentinel,in a uniform that blends with the monotony of routine.the flurry of orders, a ceaseless torrent,as time scurries…
writers all say the same thing— that we’renot in it forthe moneyorthe fameorthe accolades. that we just wantto write somethingpeople willread,enjoy,and remember. that wedon’t care aboutbeing a best-sellerorgetting interviewedorearning reader reviews. that we’re writing for ourselvesand no one else. that we don’t careif anyone elselikes or accepts or wantsthe words we write. but we do…
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…
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…
