Thursday, August 23, 2012


to the good ol' blokes
who couldn't hear nothin'
from the lad
who raised his glass
and lived harder
than i've ever seen

Saturday, August 18, 2012

beach vacation

it's when
water rushes to shore,
takes a rolling gulp of sunshine-air
and rubs its belly along the sand
before turning
to make the long commute
back to the deep

Sunday, August 12, 2012

i don't believe

in tortoise-beats-hare and
around here

can't believe

in prayer-soaked hankies or
miraculous television screens
for the faith-full

don't believe

that tongues of fire or
paul-and-silas sing-alongs
are for me

but i really can't believe

that our Maker's back is turned
on all this beauty
or all this pain

so i really do believe

that He came
to show me how welcome i am
and how needful it is

to believe

"For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--
and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God--
not by works, so that no one can boast.
For we are God's workmanship,
created in Christ Jesus to do good works,
which God prepared in advance for us to do."
- paul, to the ephesians

"For by him all things were created:
things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible,
whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities;
all things were created by him and for him.
He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.
And he is the head of the body, the church;
he is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead,
so that in everything he might have the supremacy."
- paul, to the colossians

Tuesday, August 7, 2012


drunken with paintings all scrawled-over "Vincent",
i stumbled across the gallery
and through the doors of a chapel.

its ceiling was blue -- like heaven, i guess.
its stained-glass colours were artificially lit
and i didn't think much of that.

i turned to leave
the song.

one voice, reaching from behind,
catching my hand:
it turned me around.

a choir of voices testifying,
swelling and filling the chapel
in me

i ran out of that little blue sanctuary,
found a bathroom stall,