April 24, 2013 § Leave a comment
About a year ago I took an Astronomy class to satisfy one of the science requirements for an Associates degree. I watched The Privileged Planet in hopes that it would help me with my Astronomy test. Myke and I had an interesting conversation to follow – chaos vs order. « Read the rest of this entry »
March 12, 2013 § Leave a comment
Wall paper clings to the room like skin
The ceiling is like the face of an owl
Gold swirls methodical, militant lines and
Rows like faces
Silent, pendant, on the light –
The legs of tables end in carved paws, sharp tendons. The air smells musty and all the furniture is oversized – the heavy velvet drapes don’t sway, they hang like an
Innocent figure in death, all the faces in the walls look on their glory.
Vessel cracked, sleek panes
At the edge of the earth,
Hot breathy sigh
The room shivers, seizing, torn in two the space that divides
My eyes are scales, flakey and dim –
I am cared for by those suspicious of me
I was charging, murderous, seething
I pursue those belonging to the Way
I haul their bodies through the streets
Because I believed
In figures clad like jewels – villains.
Each time I drive over a pot hole, my brain knocks around in my skull
Side to side – resounding
The anatomy of bell parts
Like a bell
With ears and eyes
Head of tongue and staple
A strike point
Body – Skirt
Reverberating knowledge I have been told – the way I am struck – how I absorb
My axis sways
Between spirit and flesh
A stubborn defeat
I am being conformed to Him.
An Image of whom, there is always someone
Standing by who’ll tell you
New and improved theologies for a new and improved Jesus
Who shook the world.
March 2, 2013 § 7 Comments
Blogging is writing, but attached to blogging is a different why. Although I write everyday, I’m new to blogging. I get so excited when I check the stats on my blog and find that so and so “liked” a post or that I have a new follower.
I blog because I want to know what a reader thinks – how they are moved by what they’ve read, otherwise, I’d be content to close the cover of my journals.
I write because I love to write – from grammar to form to context – every aspect excites me – the initial idea, the drafts, the process, the end product – the editing, the reading, the technicalities, even the way words look on paper – the shapes of letters, the scratch of a pen on paper, the way the ink sinks into the smooth, white fiber, the clicking of keys on a keyboard, and metaphor, how I love it!
The way the world becomes a tunnel, a sharp ray concentrated on the page – how words and letters originate, how they are spelled, how they sound before meaning is attached to them – what the symbols mean, to pause, to stop, to emphasize – it’s like looking first at a work of art, then taking steps closer and closer until the image disappears and you see the strokes, the layers, the hidden things that have been absorbed into the whole.
You start on the surface and sink to the core and that’s where you really learn something. For me, writing is where I meet God. It’s how I process, pray and worship.
I write to convey what I love, what I hate, what I feel, what I know, what I’m told, what I learn, what I see, what I hear – the way I respond to living; I love it all.
No matter how existential something may sound or a person may feel, a writer writes because they believe something.
Writing means you move and breathe. When you put something down on paper, anonymous or known, to loved ones only or to the world – while you are still living or after you’ve died, it matters.
Only God can blot out what someone has written.