It all started when they wanted me to be Jesus. You’d think if I could handle that, I could handle anything. But apparently… What’s that? Oh. Right. Hang on. Let me go back. I guess it really all started when I began attending this Episcopal church. My parents had traded in 30 years of Presbyterianism... Continue Reading →
This is Not Art: (no. 2) Where I’ve been lately
I was going to do a whole series. It was going to be funny and deep. It was going to add to this blog, which has somehow metamorphosed into sporadic poetry, a steady voice, an anchor. I was probably going to reflect on spiritual things, and the vast internet was probably going to be impressed.... Continue Reading →
This is Not Art: 500 Words Redux (no. 1)
If you're one of the 3-5 people reading this blog (that's what my WordPress stats, say, anyway), you've probably noticed I've been doing some different stuff lately. Like poetry! Good lord. In a past life, a woman inside my head would have risen up and put the kibosh on poetry. "What are you thinking?" she... Continue Reading →