A friend who talks to God
I have a friend who talks to God. Literally, audibly, lifts his head and speaks into the air, prays devoutly, believes it makes all the difference. Prayer, li...
Category: Poetry
I’m a Skinned Christian
I’ve read the old Hebrew poets for years, and oh, the stuff they say: beautiful, odious, comforting, confounding, sometimes you just have to pick a clause...
In/Verse Poetry Event
I had an English Composition teacher who treated the written word like it was a stuffy neighbourhood of high fences, large houses and locked doors. Only those w...
Dear Citizen Reader
The other day I was congratulated by LinkedIn (such intimacy) for owning my “business” (Grow Mercy) for 14 years. It’s a nice number. No less employed by the go...