It makes no sense to me that I ended up being a Christian Person. Somehow, I did. Thus began a quest, like Dorothy when she steps out of the fallen house, to figure out where I am, and what kind of crazy country have I been transported to.
Poetry has turned out to be a great medium for me to wish, wonder and wrestle with these issues. I can ask questions and suggest shapes and directions without having to murder my enemies. I'm stealing the word "theopoetic" from the awesome Callid Keefe-Perry.
To my friends (and if you are reading my poem website, you are my friends) for whom even the idea of "faith in Jesus" makes your skin crawl, I would like to say this. That sentiment lives in me too, and there is even some of that in these poems. Feel free to skip these poems, but also feel free to read them. I have had people try to convert me, and it was a horrible experience and I promise not to do that to you.
- christian men and christian women
- my easter hangover
- the entire bible in one poem
- wonderful plans
- the importance of thankfulness
- what if jesus
- archaeologists, astronauts, and time lords
- the word
- Muiltiple Choice
- vanity of vanities
- the wasteland
- impossible belief
- Holy Trilogy
- what would jesus do at jack in the box
- once upon a time in jericho
- harold and god
- blame it on the huehuetenango
- the word of the lord
- The Kingdom of God