Part I We barrelled into Church a motley crue, composed of one shoeless screaming to be shirtless, who wanted to run and climb. Hung from the other arm was one whose Only desire was to scream and run, but Who had cried out "I want Jesus" in the parking lot. I came for the Living... Continue Reading →
Please Don’t Let Me Die
That song is playing agan The one I play to praise when I'm afraid I won't make it this time. "Even when it hurts" I pray again with beads Clutched in my hand Like a holy card or nun Oh, God, Please don't let me die. It's another one of those nights, I don't know... Continue Reading →
When Did I Stop Writing Poetry?
When did I stop writing poetry? Was it when I told you who I was? Was it when this place online Became a place in your face Without somewhere to hide mine? When did I start preaching Like so many talking heads Doing the things I don't do Yet learned to, but still don't Understand... Continue Reading →
“Love the Sinner, Hate the Sin.”
“On the fourth anniversary of Pulse.In the middle of Pride month.During a global pandemic.Donald Trump’s cruelty truly knows no bounds.” ~ Joe Biden https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2020/06/12/868073068/transgender-health-protections-reversed-by-trump-administration. Note: this article has a left bias, but it was the clearest description of the bill I could find. This is a powder keg. Gonna dive in anyway. In 5. 4.... Continue Reading →
RE: White Girl, I’m Not Sure I Trust You Yet
There was this article I saw for about two seconds at one point a couple of weeks ago. It was on my newsfeed for a moment before it disappeared, but it has sat with me so intensely that I just want to respond to anyone who read that article and felt something. Dear ‘White Girl... Continue Reading →
T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E. Part III: A Year Later
An old post of mine has been getting traffic the last couple of days. It is the worst time in the world for people to be reading that post. T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E. Part I I deleted, but I kept Part II because I made the clarification that I was specifically talking about the phrase itself not the... Continue Reading →
The Tapestries(from PEACEWEAVER)
While I was practicing yoga regularly, I redecorated my home. My tastes were bohemian, but I was concerned about surrounding myself with tapestries made in India about gods I do not understand. I searched for Catholic art, but I could not find anything that even remotely hit the style I was seeking. What’s more is... Continue Reading →
#Throughfire
As Quarantine began, the community led by Catholic Creatives exploded with innovators inspired to help others through their struggles. We faced our own giants of fear and trepidation, but something in us drove us to community and fellowship. My desire was to fill social media with art to help with the constant deluge of news... Continue Reading →
The Man in the Moon
What if God is the man in the moon? What if He loved us so much that His Son’s Presence was not enough of a present. What if He wanted to send His own face, To watch over us, mourning our grief from above.
Write Where it Hurts: Quarantine
Quarantine. For some of you it’s a dirty word. For some it’s despair. For some it’s loss and grief incomparable. For me? It’s life. For me, it was hope. For me, it was a home With incandescent joy and bliss.
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