September 17, 2018

Ghazal: “Soul” I wish my heart wasn’t a locked empty room. It’s my soul’s desire. Your love is a Fruit of the Spirit that frees me from my lonely tomb, so my soul desires. The shadow of emptiness envelops every fiber of my being. Darkness is brushed aside with the sweep of sunlight’s broom, so my soul desires. Naked I lay exposed to the elements of the universe. The moon’s chill won’t lick my neck, it melts away with a… Read more

September 16, 2018

The chill in the morning air is getting heavy, and it’s easier said than done getting out of bed nowadays. Fall has made its way to us in the Pacific Northwest. I noticed the darkness in the morning sky lingers longer than the previous day. And I saw leaves swirling in a dance across Black Butte Boulevard, as I made my way to the coffee shop for quiet time, coffee and writing. It’s things like the chill in the air,… Read more

September 10, 2018

    Poem: “Landfill Memories” I was at the landfill today dropping off some of our memories from the last five years. I sat in the bed of our trailer on our old couch, hesitant to toss it in the hole. It’s a couch we’ve had with us for three states. It’s a couch our dog, who passed away recently used to perch on, waiting for us to come home. It’s a piece of memory from our days in southwest… Read more

August 27, 2018

Poem: “If Hope had Coattails” I had hope once by the coattails. My fingers doubted and loosened their grip, slipping down around hope’s legs, and beyond its ankles with only the worn-out aglets left to clasp. It was just enough to drag me through the inky murk to the ends of the universe. Read more

August 24, 2018

We live in a culture where shame and guilt permeate everything and everyone with an infection so destructive and thorough; and it seems there’s no antidote. We often witness the destructive nature of shame and guilt through words, physical abuse, social media, identity politics and other metrics used to measure another person’s worth or value—with the end game being the destruction of someone’s dignity. Another way people use shame and guilt is to cover up their own insecurities and deficiencies…. Read more

August 20, 2018

Poem: “To Hell or High Water” out of inky blackness you called the universe into being. from water and dirt you shaped and formed me, the crown of all your creatures. you created me to be godlike, but my desire was for more. I asked myself to whom should I lay bare my devotion? to you or me? I chose me. now I’m misplaced — a sojourner wandering outside the garden fence.  I straddle its boundaries hoping my tongue can taste over-spray from the… Read more

August 15, 2018

As far as we can tell from the gospels, meals were extremely important to Jesus. He rarely ate alone. We often rush through our meal times not thinking about the opportunities we have to truly get to know someone or let someone get to know us. Food is the great equalizer. It levels the playing field. It disarms any inhibitions or fears. And food has a way of cultivating love and harmony. Two eggs. I know it seems kind’ve strange,… Read more

August 13, 2018

  Poem: “Coffee Shop Hullabaloo” The coffee shop is abuzz this morning with the usual noises: laughter, conversation, the whirl of coffee bean grinders, a tssk tssk of the steam wand and the gulp of satisfaction. beautiful complex humanity commonality surrounding their daily search for the life giving narcotic. their lives won’t start until they ingest the liquid black gold. coffee cup rings on a table mean life is happening. a woman who just had her third child — overwhelmed… Read more

August 8, 2018

We closed our coffee shop for two days—Christmas Eve and Christmas. As a newish small business we don’t have the cash reserves to cover two days’ loss of revenue, so a decision like this can weigh on me as a business owner. It wasn’t the easiest decision to make, but I believe money isn’t more important than people, and in this case, our employees. I own a coffee shop called Proust Coffee. We value quality over quantity and consistency over… Read more

August 3, 2018

  “Measure of life” seemingly nothing, but also everything in life is measured. we’ve been conditioned to measure by critique not gratitude. what does it mean to have a heart full of gratitude? take everyday observations: a pencil and a blank piece of paper can be used for declaring acts of war. but can also be used for words that give life and healing. the act of the sun rising and the moon falling can signal a new day of… Read more

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