Snakebite
Just some microfiction. It was going to be a poem, but, well, you know… Let me know what it means to you. —– The ground is infested with snakes. They slither and slide to and fro at the feet of us who walk along, minding our own business. Their constant hissing is unnerving. As a friend … Read more
Azure
In my last post I made a promise to make my next poem happy. I’m not quite sure if I delivered, but here’s another poem nevertheless. This poem, “Azure,” was inspired both by experience and by a dream. Such a combination seems to almost always lead to some slight confusion on the reader’s part. Hopefully, … Read more
A Melodramatic Story Involving Our Eyes
I believe that you can see a lot in a person’s eyes. You can see emotions, see through lies, find mental barriers, etc. and if a person’s eyes happen to meet yours, it’s almost as though the pairs have a conversation. It’s typically brief, but can be very deep. This is the thought behind the … Read more
The Curtain Torn
This poem is greatly inspired by the events described in Matthew 27:51 (also described in Mark) and Revelation 2:1-8:7. Read those first and this might make more sense to you. The verses kind of preface this on their own, so I see no real need to do so myself. This is “The Curtain Torn” Hear … Read more
Manhunt
I lay facedown in the dew-covered grass. It was almost silent, but I knew that it wouldn’t stay that way for long. The night was dark, but not too dark. The grass was green, and even in the blackness, it was obvious that it was spring. I was counting on human tendencies to hide me. … Read more
This War of Blood and Tears
Dear friend Grace (totallysurrendered17) challenged me to write a love song the other day because I told her I was bored with nothing to do. I don’t typically write about love in the sense a love song would imply, but decided to take a crack at it. This is what came forth from my efforts. … Read more
On the Bridge
Ever told someone something you believed with all your heart was truth only to have them not believe you? Perhaps they even took it a step further and asserted that, in fact, the exact opposite of what you said was true. Christians live this reality most everyday. To the non-believer, Christians seem a dime a … Read more
Bittersweet
I wrote the first two lines of this several months ago, mostly because I liked the sound of them. Today I discovered that a friend of mine from middle school died less than a month before his nineteenth birthday. We haven’t really talked in three years, but it still has hit maybe a little harder … Read more
Dinner with the Demigods
So I decided to write something outside of poetic form. It’s an extended metaphor of sorts and caught somewhere between prose and a short story. I wrote it two Sundays ago, now, after experiencing what it describes firsthand. As I lived the week that followed and what has passed of this week, the idea put … Read more
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