Important Disclaimer

Since I currently have several employers/supervisors/churches/etc., please know that none of the words on my blog represent them or their beliefs. This blog is my own creation.

It also does not represent my children's perspective, nor my mother's; they think I am funny, but misguided.
(Quick update: only my mother thinks I'm funny now.)

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

there is a sweetness i...
almost remember
do you, Clarabelle?
or perhaps that is delusion too
or just that there is a sweetness
i aspire to
that hasn't happened yet
and then i remember that sweet
doesn't mask bitter
it only brings it out
like coffee
which i have come to love
sweetly, actually


sometimes, when chaos beckons and seduces
i trip straight into her whimsical snare
lured by promises of laughter
high off absurdity and the hope
of something new under the sun
dear lady ANYTHING new
and I'm yours
but anyway clarabelle
that's quite a spell
you cast pell mell

Thursday, January 25, 2018

Clarabelle Faro

Goodnight Clarabelle
I hope you're well
I wish you didn't have to yell
And that we could sit a spell

But since you do
Then I will too
Till the air turns blue
And we burned this zoo

I'll see you tomorrow
Cuz there's too much sorrow
What I got you can borrow
Sleep you well Clarabelle Faro

Friday, April 8, 2016


in hair

"don't drink me," you said
while passing the bottle

Monday, August 17, 2015

For a mother, who wasn't easy.

Scripture readings:
Psalm 23 and Romans 8:38-39

Perhaps this is for my grandmother. Or perhaps for your mother. Or maybe your friend. Or maybe your patient. We are sometimes mourned in complicated ways.

A  lot of people will say a lot of things around the death of our loved ones.  And there might be a lot of words in your own hearts and minds about the death of your mother, your grandmother, your friend. I’m here to tell you today that all of the words and emotions and sorrows and laughter are appropriate and right in this time of grief. In one moment you may miss your mother with the entirety of your being, another moment you might be SO angry, and in the next, you may be doubled over with laughter because of a memory or a story about her life with you.

Oh yes, this is a time of many, many emotions, and I’m here today to say that God is big enough for all of them. The God who created this woman from the very beginning, and the same God who even

Saturday, January 18, 2014

If I Stay Too Long

Lee Celledoni dancing the Jitterbug, 1947
If I stay too long
on any one
it takes on the weight
of 87 elephants.
And the weight of 87 elephants
could crush 
even my big feet
except that
I can make myself into a ball
and roll
under the legs of 87 elephants
until I reach the river.
And if I was a ball
and rolled into the river
I might be swept far far far far away
so far that I might never get back home.
Except that
I might become a rock
and sink
to the
of the river
buried in mud