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Who do you say that I am?
free speaker, freedom fighter, freak, felon, rabble rouser, innocent, manipulator, incarnation, martyr-maker, messianic prophet, faker, visionary, revisionist preacher, pacifist, agitator, egocentric, faithful saviour, Son of God, Son of Man, who do you say I am?
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Tagged Jesus, Mark 8:27-38, Year B Proper 19
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Fair linen
I heard Anne Lamott at a writer’s showcase a while ago, and she said that if we writerly types do not write down right away our ideas, the ones that strike at inopportune moments, then God gives them to her, … Continue reading
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Tagged altar, altar cloth, Anne Lamott, church, Holy Communion, leaving, poetry, priest, writing
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End of summer
The softest of rain makes nervous puddles shudder; what will fall down next?
Bread of life recipe
Flour (an offering of the fine stuff) Yeast (use sparingly: a little leavens the whole loaf) Water (living brand preferred) Salt (make sure it has not lost its saltiness) Need. Rest. Need again. Rest again. Come unto me all ye … Continue reading
How I learned to write poems
She had a tortoiseshell called Puddles who wandered in one day and never left; he watched us deal in words and cookies across the kitchen table. Her husband began to tremble when he walked, and one night my father found … Continue reading
Birthdays
Do you remember when we tried to work out how old you were by counting the years? They refused to add up to the number you had in your head. The one in the hospital when you asked for clothing … Continue reading
Herodias’ Revenge
“Revenge is a dish best served cold,” someone said; but it burns in your veins, beating you without remorse until the heat sears out sweet reason, with its cool, calm attempts at peace; its urgent rationale adds fuel to the … Continue reading
Signs of summer
Beauty, decadent and dangerous; a cheap hit of colour running riot through the regimented rows with their cloth of gold; a flamboyant tease, streetwise with a delicate touch, the joy and the ruin of many.
Play
The commons lie empty: the trees unclimbed, the river unswum, the rope unturned, the rhyme unsung, the swing unswung, the air unbreathed; stale breezes atrophy. behind the blinds we play on an LED stage, escaping the day we’ve forgotten to … Continue reading
Somewhere in Ohio
Vulture-hunched, pecking black blood out of rusty ground; feeding on dead earth.
over the water 