Wrote this on the drive out last summer, then used it with my American Literature classes today. One of my graduate professors said that she thinks it helps the students a great deal when you share your own writing with them...we will see :-).If I could tell you what it's like--oh, I would try ( Read more... )

I wander in complacency
Fatigue has got the best of me
When afternoon frees winding time
I languish in the smell of honey
nut.
--this coffee is the sweet of life.

Oh, God, do you remember what I said?
( Still Struggling with Faith )

This stuff is actually kind of rough, now that I've started to post it every day--so tomorrow, I'll try to do something more lighthearted. Life continues, a beautiful blessing, as Kreeta and I learn the ins and outs of daily life. I am so grateful ( Read more... )

When I remember all the dreams I wandered in
I feel a deep spring of despair
The cold hard irony of life a hiding place
I never felt my openness
would make me this disgrace
Open and raw, a seething wound
To echo deep Job's silent worms.

6.20.07

I’m sorry, did I say you could come in?
Go back and wash your feet.
No God who died for me
can come in here.
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I had this idea that some day I would show these poems to my very conservative, yet compassionate, oldest sister Amanda and her husband. (I think I finally gave them this link, to be honest, but I doubt they read it.) About the time things fell apart (May 2007), I bought my first journal in which to write poetry alone, and out came the following ( Read more... )

The kids were unnerved about the swine flu issue today, so I decided to have them read two articles about the situation--one from the local paper, and one from the BBC. 80% of my students are Mexican, and they move routinely between here, Mexico and California. Besides that, they have many family members--sometimes parents and siblings--still ( Read more... )

How could I have been so blind ( Read more... )

Luther

You don't have a history
but I do. I was there
Soft laughing as the world
lay into grace
tornadoes razed all semblance of
the Western world.

Caught into sin he slipping
felt the cordon in his hands
a right or wrong the thrust
of power's pace brought a
sweet user-friendly Jesus
to the world.