Friend Poem No. 5

I have a friend Named Tim Whom I met Over a cubicle wall-- Me telling him too many stories Me laughing too loud Me making people think HE was the trouble-maker Me "volunteering" him for more, frantic life. I would send him notes Through a crack In the wall. He would send the paper back... Continue Reading →

Friend poem No. 4

I have a friend Named Hanna. One of my oldest friendships, A cousin. On Friday she wore stripes And I said-- "Like a raccoon" And she twisted her head like a raccoon, Pranced a dance to the table Her hands pulled Chest-ward Like paws. We went camping in August, Hanna and I. Five days of... Continue Reading →

Friend Poem No. 3

I have a friend Named Julia. She sometimes writes me letters-- Snail mail-- In cards she has designed herself, Her practiced hand switching from script to CAPS. She writes of saints, Flowers, Love, Friendship. She picks flowers, Sketches heaven, Buys dark chocolate. She cuts her hair short, Announces to her office that They will be... Continue Reading →

My SIL says

"Lean into the Holy Spirit," she says, over coffee, My sister-in-law of the flawless style. She's the kind of woman who says things and you want to listen-- Because of what? Compassion? Wisdom? A will to hard-love, if necessary? Yes, yes to these and more. Because she buys me gluten-free baked goods sometimes, too. "What... Continue Reading →

Eucalyptus

Two hundred years ago, in 2011, I walked a bit of the Camino de Santiago. Sometimes life has a way of surprising you, you who show up with skeletal "plans" or maybe "visions." Ha. Hahahahaha. Almost a year before I walked the Camino, my brother had sent me a link to the Wikipedia article about... Continue Reading →

Your wellness is worth it

I have a few friends who are coming to the realization that, hey, maybe the foods they've been eating for years (looking at you, gluten) might be harming their bodies instead of helping them; tearing their bodies apart instead of nourishing them; leading their bodies to lonely places like late-nite drugstore aisles and toilets-at-parties* instead... Continue Reading →

I met some missionaries!

On Monday a crew of people showed up at my little-church for noon:fifteen mass and I was like, "Hey." And they were like, "We're from Colorado on mission to Detroit." So I was like, "Cool story, bro, I'm going to sit over here and pray." Not really, but kind of. Then I saw them again... Continue Reading →

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