Busy Mr. Thelby “Tell me,” said old Mister Thelby. “Tell me Walter Hugh, Why are you so blue?” “Cause I’m bored and it’s cold, and there’s nothing here to do.” “Cause you’re bored and it’s cold? Why, then there’s a million things to do.” “Blah,” said Walter. “I’m certain that’s not true?” “Maybe not forContinue reading “Children’s Poems”
“For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart. Meanwhile, the lot of widows and homeless children is very hard, and it is to their defense, not God’sContinue reading “The Clearing of Each Heart”
One part doubt, equal part faith Adoration June 27, 2014 I came here tonight somewhat like a person dragging a moaning child to the dentist. My spirit rebels. Is it my spirit or my mind, my logos or my pathos? Perhaps it is logos. I doubt. I confess this sin: that I doubt. It isContinue reading “One part doubt, equal part faith”
In 1986, when I was sixteen, my best friend Jon helped me get a job at the local Safeway in Oklahoma City bagging groceries. We thought we were cool because we could earn money to buy our own Polo cologne, fill up our tanks with gas for cruising on Friday nights, and buy our ownContinue reading “Double-bagging”
These sayings came from my journals over the past 20-30 years. A house divided makes a pretty good duplex. I’m not all good, but I ain’t half bad. I have found that all of my problems tend to resolve themselves as soon as I have taken care of them. What lies behind us and whatContinue reading “Thoughts and Sayings”
In America today, it is a curious reality that a woman’s wish has the power to determine what is human and what is not human.
The author Bo Yang, who died in exile on Green Island off the coast of Taiwan, once said that the reason Chinese people don’t get along is that God knows there are so many of them if they actually did cooperate, they’d take over the world. And in the Bible, the story of the towerContinue reading “Common Goals and a Common Core”
Return Visit Dry grass crunches under our feet. Thorns cleave to shoelaces. The sun shines and legs ache. Jeans rub against themselves Like a guiro Keeping time to the song of memories In a wind that is slowly sweeping them away. Hands hide themselves in pockets on hips That remember past pain-free days. The belly,Continue reading “Chapbook”
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