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Jan 19, 2018

The King’s Dream (For My Father)

Two score and ten years ago today under the gaze of the great emancipator an exiled King came back to the Capitol of his country. He spoke… — Two score and ten years ago today under the gaze of the great emancipator an exiled King came back to the Capitol of his country. He spoke to large crowds about a dream that would unite the people where sons of former slaves and slave owners would sit down together at the same table. Watching your childhood…

Racism

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May 14, 2017

Madonna and Child

A Trailways bus, a country highway, dusk. The driver, a sallow old insomniac, is intimate with each curve in the road; he sits on a pillow… — A Trailways bus, a country highway, dusk. The driver, a sallow old insomniac, is intimate with each curve in the road; he sits on a pillow, bony hands steering his shuttle along a memorized route. Across from me sits a young black woman, her bundled infant still asleep in her lap. The reading-light makes a vision of…

Motherhood

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Madonna and Child
Madonna and Child

Feb 24, 2017

Disguises of God

If we were really made in God’s likeness — If we were really made in God’s likeness something strange occurred during evolution making us stranger with each generation and now I wonder if she’d even like us. But we are blessed by angelic beings who roam and play among us in disguise and only when we look into their eyes can we see who we were meant to be. God hides in the hearts of these loyal creatures

Poetry

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Disguises of God
Disguises of God

Feb 22, 2017

Church of Bones

Three summers ago in Rome we wandered — Three summers ago in Rome we wandered into the Church of Bones and saw walls adorned with the skeletal remains of countless monks. There in that underground chapel you held my hand as we slowly walked down the dirt aisle, staring at the morbid artwork–masterpieces of bone made from every…

Poetry

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Church of Bones
Church of Bones

Feb 20, 2017

The Church of Right Now

Whether it’s Saturday night or Sunday morning — Whether it’s Saturday night or Sunday morning or a weekday afternoon at Kaimana Beach a work lunch, birthday dinner or weekend brunch we celebrate the holy Sabbath of our friendship whenever and wherever we are gathered together in the church of what’s happening right now. We are a diverse lot…

Travel

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Feb 15, 2017

Lost Contact

As a boy, I dreamed of jungles wild with beasts — As a boy, I dreamed of jungles wild with beasts but dreams will fade with time and failing sight. Now contacts cover my eyes (like plastic scales) and the only beasts I see are caged or leashed. Yet near a park in the city’s maze last night while walking home, lost in the day’s details, a lens fell from my eye and a film of tears transformed the park into a jungle of trees.

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Feb 14, 2017

A Last Look From My Father’s Steeple

This is your first time and my last time up the narrow winding stairs where we slowly make our steep climb. My father preached beneath this… — This is your first time and my last time up the narrow winding stairs where we slowly make our steep climb. My father preached beneath this steeple. Hands on the walls, our fingers read the old brick like Braille. Up the groaning wooden stairs where your perfume lingers we slowly continue to climb wishing there was a rail or something…

Poetry

2 min read


Feb 13, 2017

Green Flash

Green Flash — Green Flash We were wrong — the world is not black and white or so many shades of gray — it is more colorful than we ever imagined. What we saw touched us that day on the beach and though both of us had seen countless suns sink into the sea with other lovers neither of us had seen the mystical green flash until that evening when the red sun sank into the blue sea and a sigh of wind breather over us both —

Poetry

1 min read


Feb 13, 2017

Triple Bottom Line, with a twist

In a faraway land, there lived a wise king who wanted to defend his country from powerful outside forces. To protect his kingdom and… — In a faraway land, there lived a wise king who wanted to defend his country from powerful outside forces. To protect his kingdom and provide prosperity for his people, he created a code of values called Gross National Happiness. …

Social Enterprise

10 min read

Triple Bottom Line, with a twist
Triple Bottom Line, with a twist
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