Found Poetry

She stepped slowly, carefully, as to not break the already slivered glass underneath her feet. It was cold, a frightening chill, due more to the weight of the heavy silence than the weather… Read More →

chapter eight.

Chapter Eight. Of Screwtape Letters, that is (C.S Lewis). Chapter 8, as it refers to the Law of Undulation, is a masterfully crafted reminder of the purpose that lies behind the ups and… Read More →

poetry.

Due to some new adventures that have placed me in unexpected  venues, I have recently been on a poetry kick. Not a new concept – poetry – just read the Psalms and hear… Read More →

a rainy reminder.

The rain pelted my face in an ironic manner, seeing how the morning had begun: huffily. It is never my first instinct to wake up early on a Monday morning for a body… Read More →

playing with fire.

      This looks like an incredibly long post, I know. It is not. However, let me explain this conundrum… Last week found me as the judge for the Texas Grand Slam… Read More →

hiatus

: an interruption in time or continuity: break.

chasing pavement.

This morning began with a run, abruptly welcomed with a 5:45am alarm, a quick swig of liquid, and a prompt arrival from Tray, my timely jogging buddy. Running next to his five-finger clad… Read More →

the party shoes.

This whole celebration thing started a while ago. As far as I can rightfully remember, the motivation for practicing the discipline of celebration falls on my Baby Ruth’s heads (the seven wonderful women… Read More →

Celebration.

Celebration has been a big part of my life lately. Partially because there were times where I needed to remind myself of exactly what it was that I had reason to celebrate, and… Read More →

Longings.

As soon as I leave vacation I want to vacation. Really, the moment my feet realize that the ground beneath them is no longer made up of unfamiliar terrain, rocky, sandy, what-have-you, I… Read More →