International Sestina

AFRICA Broad, baked wind plains, immense grass sprawl. Umbrella Thornes spreading shade, branches wide. Speed slaked cheetahs lick their spots beneath the tree, spying on gazelles grazing fearlessly in open light. Lazy sleep heat shimmers far like cooling waves before the leopard’s padded paws return, bringing night. EUROPE Rain drums on car roofs, wetting night. […]

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Part 2–Awesome Choices

I informed my friends that I will become a dictator. They took it in stride. If by taking it in stride you mean snorting in derision. But they were judged. Turns out it’s hard to snort in derision while drinking pop. Apparently deciding to become an evil dictator is the easy part. There are no […]

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Race to Verdou Fountain Prt 2

“You want to what?!” “Listen, Krea, it’s because I really think he’s going to anyw—” Alston began. “So because you’re sure Quinn is going to do it anyway, you’re going to stop protesting and just help him? That’s how you keep your friend safe, by helping him plot his own death march?” “When you say […]

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Psalm 121

To the tune of: “A Debtor to Mercy Alone”   I’ll lift up my eyes to the hills. From where will my rescue arise? My help comes from Yahweh alone, the Maker of Earth and the skies. Don’t suffer my foot to be moved. Oh, Lord do not slumber or sleep! The Gaurd’ian of Israel […]

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The Artist’s Prayer

Lord of creation, Maker of light, God of all originality, Speaker of Worlds, Great Master Sculptor, use me for Your creativity. – Let me think freshly; help me to see truth’s pristine and always beautiful. God of the past, History maker, shine, through me, immutability. – Lend me Your thinking, Thinker of skill, Sage of […]

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Like Water

In loving memory of my aunt who first saw Jesus with her eyes on March 1st, 2015.  Like water passing through your hands and falling down again; like a river flowing near then streaming on again; like chilly rainfall pouring down, refreshing us again, is this simple wooden box, this mound of dirt, the graveside […]

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