O Fear Prophet of Failure Eternal Foe Why do you hunt me in my quiet hours and in my public hours Why concern yourself with my unhappiness for I am nothing You pursue me as a worthy trophy I turn away again and again and again but you find me and win O Fear why … Continue reading To the Prophet
Recently I wrote a short biography to accompany a guest post of mine on another blog. After establishing my history as a military veteran, political science major, and erstwhile opinion columnist, I wrote this: "Today he runs from politics and conflict, and leans in to things of peace and beauty." It's a true statement but … Continue reading Leaning in to peace and beauty
When we purchased our fixer-upper home two decades ago, we were drawn to the property by the big Plains Cottonwood on the property's corner. The tree, now likely a hundred years old, stood majestically over the neglected yard and cast shade on the now 95-year-old house. Since buying the property we've poured our sweat and … Continue reading The tree will be the tree
I've been reading about writers' choices of tools for getting words into the world. Some write exclusively by hand in journals, or by hand as they create draft upon draft while working towards a published piece. Others use computers, and others bypass finger usage and dictate verbally into recording devices. While thinking about the methods … Continue reading From typewriter to pen
Things change; not a secret. Amber wisps of frosted grass call me to ponder. The world changes constantly despite many's hope for things to stay the same, to be great again, or some other narrative of the good ol' days. Nature, politics, religion, art -- it all changes. Change today seems to occupy … Continue reading Things change
I come to the page on winter days with baggage. Will my heart open?
I put pen to lined paper and scrawl mindless thoughts. My soul slowly thaws.
Winter's moon lighted last night's walking path. Does hope exist in this world?
Snow rests on bushes near my quiet space but I write with ungloved hands.
Weather forecasters said it would snow this weekend. I shoveled tonight.