Why am I sentimental about this threadbare sheet? Because it’s been with me for twenty years, almost my entire life, through thick and thin (now quite thin). I know it’s on the verge of tearing, and it’s transparent in the middle swath. No holes yet, but I know it’s coming, and in the threadbare spots, …
The Hour of the Dragonfly
It’s the hour of the dragonfly. Have you seen it? I have. It’s the hour when dragonflies wing their way in sparkling iridescence over baked green grass and sidewalks shimmering with heat. They land for brief moments before skimming onward, disturbed by my walking too near, or by some inscrutable shift in the thermal currents …
Finals
Not that long ago, this time of year would have meant research papers, recitals, and final exams. In that context during college, I penned the following poem, which I'm sharing now as a brief poetic tribute to the season and to those who are currently finishing it out. "Finals" Death by a thousand paper cuts,Hands …
Different Forms of Figurative
While on a writing ramble several years ago, I discovered that I love connections. What do I mean by that? Many things. In communication, connection can mean clarifying an idea, showing how items relate, or bridging the divide between speaker and audience. On the other hand, connection in business can involve seeing how data relates …
You Are Yahweh (I AM)
You are the Light which guides my way,The Bread that satisfies my need,The water which washes awayMy sin, the Shepherd who will leadMe safe, the Door and the Way ofEverlasting life, the Truth whoSets the captive free, who for loveDied, crucified on the cross, toBear the wrath that was due my sin,The Vine in which …
The Skeleton Key for Life
In one of the most famous English-language stories of all time, you’ll find a scene where two characters are moldering away in a dungeon, guarded by a ferocious giant. They got into this predicament because they left the path, which, as anyone who has read a children’s book or fairy tale knows, is always a …
Spring’s Reprise
The first lines of this poem came to me as I was driving home in the evening and saw a lone white tree flowering in the woods near the highway's edge. "Spring's Reprise" The wild fruit trees are white with spring;The redbuds are empurplingThe brown and green and grayOf winter’s gentle passing away. Spring but …
College Knowledge: Four Pieces of Advice
Was this supposed to be longer than four lessons? Most likely so, but when I stumbled on it in a submerged folder on my computer, it gave me a laugh, and I hope it gives you one too. While I am no longer in college and have not been for a little while now, I …
Corgi Stormy
Hi, there! My name is Stormy. I have one blue eye and one brown eye, and my fur is the color of a sky frothing with storm clouds. I was a big-pawed puppy not so very long ago, and you met me for the first time when I was just a few weeks old and …
Christmas in Short Story
“Do you think I need my scarf? I think I’ll take it anyway, just in case.” The dining room was abustle with the donning of coats and shoes. I tugged on my boots, and then we were headed outside. I climbed into the truck’s backseat, clutching a bag of knitting in case the conversation dragged. …
