Into Spring

Into Spring Winter came like a shroud falling around me as a warm blanket in the morning but lingering until everything beneath it lost its color and gave life over to the cold and silence Grief hangs in the air its silent particles an ever present reminder of everything lost of the darkness that clings … Continue reading Into Spring


Poetry books, seasons, and a poem

I write poetry. I can't not write poetry. It's like breathing sometimes, and choking and screaming other times. I write when I'm sad and mad. I write when I'm mystical and whimsical. What comes out varies incredibly in style and tone, from wispy short ones to impassioned slams. I also write in seasons. These seasons … Continue reading Poetry books, seasons, and a poem


This is part of a message I spoke at West Hills Friends. First I read Psalm 130, once through using "God" language, and once through using "Light" language. During the season of Advent, and going into the season of Winter, the theme of waiting is on my mind. I don't like waiting. It's uncomfortable and … Continue reading Waiting