Writing, Poetry, Prose

Personal writing aspirations, frustrations, poetry, and other frivolous prose.

Peace, Be Still

This is a poem I wrote while I was in prison and facing a particularly difficult moment. I wrote it over the course of two days. The first day I was despairing but on the second day, I had found peace. The context is Mark 1: 35-41.

Hope Springing

It's never the cold cruelty of winter that moves us to stand tall but the gentle breath of spring rising, valiant despite it all.

Depression

I wrote this poem to help me battle depression. Sometimes in the process of writing, I am able to garner strength to battle the demons in my mind.

Privilege

This is something I wrote during a bout of insomnia. I was lying in bed thinking about the reasons I often don't write what I feel like writing. These thoughts emerged.

Otherwise, I Am

Otherwise, I Am God is who reveals us unto ourselves - not otherwise. Fools, we venture: Here am I! Til the heavens insist otherwise. Rebels, we writhe indignantly This be I! No otherwise!