Category archives: Poetry
Day 6: In Curvatus
I recalled the wisdom of my first writing teacher, Ben Belitt, who said, “Our poems are wiser than we are.” No small part of the process of writing is the lifting up into consciousness of what has long remained in… continue reading »
Sabbath
In returning and rest shall you be delivered In quietness and in trust shall be your strength
A Warning To My Readers, by Wendell Berry
Do not think me gentle because I speak in praise of gentleness, or elegant because I honor the grace that keeps this world. I am a man crude as any, gross of speech, intolerant, stubborn, angry, full of fits and… continue reading »
Sometimes you don’t like yourself, a poem
You never cared for that color “Hunter” green—it reminds you of camouflage caps and clunky boots, complements to a mix of blood with dirt. God save deerfur. Humanfur. And yet those hands that never held a gun never gripped a… continue reading »
The Nature of the Beast
“Likewise, tell the older women to be reverent in behavior, not to be slanderers or slaves to drink.” – Titus 2:3 It was the big-bad monster underneath our beds. We were taught to fear it, avoid it, just say no… continue reading »
Hipster Consumerism, a poem
Hipster Consumerism “I don’t care a thing about fashion.” Then why does your Dijon mustard beanie match the thinnest thread in your fifty-dollar, made-to-look-vintage flannel from the Buckle—in season,…….not on sale? Don’t tell me your cuffed capri jeans are comfortable.… continue reading »
I know how you feel
This is dedicated to my friend Jeff, who doesn’t read my blog. — I can’t tell you how many days it’s been. Forty-some? I don’t really care anymore. For the most part, I know I’m healing. God is answering that… continue reading »
Day 25
Days are easy until they’re hard. — Comely With it lit in her hand, the stereo up louder, louder, the bass: deeper, deeper she cries the lyrics “Oh comely. Oh comely.” To her mouth the cigarette, her head remembering the… continue reading »
Maturity
Day 8 — Preface: I meant for this poem to express the childishness and ignorance of a girl whose heart is broken. Part of the reason why I’m blogging every day is to track my progress. I know my first… continue reading »
Mei-
To be completely irreverent about the whole thing: Nathan and I are splitsville. So, as any girl, poet, or immature child would do, I’m going to write about it. Actually, I wrote this a while ago. But it fits. —… continue reading »