the city is a drunkard

the city is a drunkarddrinking to the dregsa sluggard and a braggartwith a story spat on passers-byan angler clutching a fictitious fishand a smooth finish, far less filling drinking to the dregs of any drink it findsit finds a bud light or a boulevarda blue moon, bass or new belgiumtaking a tonic, sipping a triple […]

Zadok and Zebulun

Note: This is a short story I wrote, which was published at jesusmanifesto.com in November 2007. I did so because that website’s readership is largely unknown to me. For a long time I was hesitant to share this with those I am close to, but I feel like the time is right. Enjoy the story, […]

Waste It All

I meant to write you a Merry Christmas post, but I didn’t. I meant to tell you more about my life and thoughts these last few days. But I didn’t. These two things are actually related. So let me express my hope that you had a wonderful Christmas, and that your New Year’s celebrations are […]

Rise

into a forgettable spacewe enter our feet, our kneessome other partsfeeling rather beige, off-whitelike the walls into a utilitarian spacewe bring our raw materialslugged about throughout the weekthe monthdon’t askit’s unspoken there is a layer of shimmering humanitythat hovers close to Godand soaks up his lightrefracting it a billion waysit stands for his honorand falls […]