The ideal baptism (ideal, not required) according to the Didache, second century (p. 7 ( Read more... )

I am here. And in a way, I understand. But mostly I am here.

Walmart has such an efficient system that as soon as you pay for an item, a new order is sent through the computers to a factory (most likely in China...a large quantity of Walmart's stock is made in China) to have a new one made. The lesson is this: we are all kings and queens here. Your purchase is a royal edict to a worker to make another. Make ( Read more... )

You once said you "fold in half so easily." I remember that a lot lately. You stand taller and stiffer now; it is I who grows feeble and weak-spined in old age. I miss you. Hope all is well and that I see you soon.

Friend,
Thomas

Nuance is a quick jab.
She found the weak spot
below my ribs
and quietly,
in her own secret way,
she beat the hell out of me.

There is hurt in places
I'd forgotten about.

Come to think of it,
I think I'd gone months
without noticing them at all.

I've only seen them in my dreams, but trust me: the Dream People are as real as you and me. Maybe even more so. Sometimes I think I see them when I'm awake, in this room or that, mingling like one of us. The Dream People isn't what they call themselves. I can't pronounce or spell their real name. I don't think it can be spelled. My friend Jareb ( Read more... )

Such I crave ( Read more... )

It is hard for one's wife to die. The very saying of the sentence is a slap in the face to anyone who has gone through it, a true piss-on-the-ashes smiting if you've ever felt the deep, deep hurt of it all: the seemingly inexorable pain of wandering aimlessly, a half person. The sentence is short and spiteful, yet there is no better way to describe ( Read more... )

I'm supposed to be a leader this semester. How can a man lead who is questioning the give-and-take perspective of a leader-follower system? It's all so very un-trusting, so sheep-and-shepherd. It's not even that I don't think we need a leader. It's that I don't know if any of us are fit to lead each other. It's like we're all just sheep. And what ( Read more... )

I like the light the stars relate
through the cool, crisp air when the night is late.
I love the sounds the crickets make.
They pulsate and they undulate.
The occasional flit of an I-don't-know-what -
the chirp of a lonely grasshopper - but
so fleeting to what the crickets make.
They pulsate and they undulate.