The Stillness

Tonight I sat on my husband’s grandmother’s bench in our backyard with Izzy and waited. I waited for one of the boys to whine or run home from the next-door neighbor’s house, where I hoped they had gone after fussing over whether they had to eat all their dinner and then not eating all their … More The Stillness

The Middle Ground

My latest blog post for Off the Page on the roots of racism and what we ought to do about “The Others” was shared on Wednesday. It was difficult to write this article because the temptation for me and I suspect other Christian writers is to craft the I-was-lost-but-now-I’m-found message, I was bad but now I’m … More The Middle Ground

Easter Saturdays

Easter Saturdays (tentative title because I stink at titles) Cars full of people split the swamp where my creek flows.They must not ponder, pause, stare at hollowed logs,branchless trunks and wonder about the end of winter,spring still a whisper in the trickle of cold water through the culvert. What does all this dying mean, this … More Easter Saturdays

Enough

EnoughI Chronicles 21:15 How many times have you said,Enough! Withdraw your hand –the vessel of your wrath subdued?What invokes this rage, earthquakes,hurricanes, bubonic plague, rampanttrauma sweeping across continents? Why spare any? Impossibleto find mercy in so many, to lookbeyond intractable justice and seelove hollow in bellies of famine-struck,flowing like stopped-up rivers, yearsof cloudless skies, millions … More Enough

Fruit

I almost didn’t write a poem tonight because, well, I’m lazy. And my body said no. But since my body didn’t have to do much to write and since I followed the lead of a friend to make the “Mosaic of Me” on Facebook (which should technically appear below), I decided there had to be … More Fruit

Cascade Valley

Look, my daughter, the pine treedropped its seeds, and herea fragile sapling braves the forest floor.This used to be a birch treebut maybe lightning sliced it,wind heaved its heavy breath against itand now the trunk is rust.Sticks used to flirt, flaretheir skirts of springtime buds, but now we throw the broken limbsinto the rushing floodwaters … More Cascade Valley

Defenseless

DefenselessPut on the full armor of God… You loosened your belt,let truth slide to the floor.You slipped off your sweater,threw it in the corner.Your feet were bare and prone to slip,legs uneasy, head dizzy…What if you’d been wearing a helmet?What if you had had a swordto wave at that demon who luredyou toward the window,who … More Defenseless