You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it. Robin Williams

Location: Kentucky, United States

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

Poetic Thought of the Day

Cold, clean water,
rushing along a streambed
makes a sound
as if the angels
were applauding God’s creation.

Monday, June 28, 2004

What we did over the weekend

Tragedy ensues;
Othello and Iago,
Shakespeare in the dark.

Thursday, June 24, 2004

Poetic thought of the day

Wisdom of Haiku:
Say only what should be said,
Leave the rest silent.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

By the way; Father’s Day

I had a choice between a high wire in the backyard, or a conga.

I took the conga.

On a spiritual level,

I think I might have made a mistake.

Sunday, June 20, 2004

Signs we’d like to see #1

No Lawyers Allowed:

Prosecutors will be violated

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Deep Poetic Thought of the Day


It’s all about me.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

The crux of the matter

Trying to write long, complicated posts just doesn’t hold my attenti

Monday, June 14, 2004

oH pOO


among the rafters of my subconscious,


on the floor of my brain.

Friday, June 11, 2004


III. While the twenty-four hour news channel recounts the previous day's disasters, catastrophes, and war; she sips hot coffee and makes out the grocery list.

IV. Though he has never bought a ticket, he watches the lottery every night.

Thursday, June 10, 2004

All things new

Every movement of form is indivisible from the last.

Sunlight on a rippling stream.

Every moment a refraction of moments past,

always moving, never the same.

It used to be...

It used to be the sky was a roof
and if you climbed high enough
you could touch it.

It used to be the earth was flat
and if you didn't watch your step
you could fall off the edge.

It used to be.

Thursday, June 03, 2004

Problem solved

I know, I'll shave my head and get a tattoo of an afro, in 3D. Of course everyone else will have to wear the glasses.

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Teenage Christian?

This is actually a comment I posted on Correction, but I put it here for discussion.

Do you think, like Paul says, we are babes in Christ, needing rich milk to help us grow to the place we can learn to feed ourselves on His Word? Then is it possible that we continue the same growth pattern to adulthood in Christ?

If so, I am a forty-four year old teenager who is pissed off and fed up with "because I said so" being the answer to all of life's pain.

This freaks a lot of people, but it comes down to this; either He is not in control as much as most would have us believe, or, He is directly responsible for the suffering of that little child in Ethiopia, who, right now is lying on the ground, belly swollen with starvation, flies swarming her eyes, while buzzards wait in the background to feed.

Habakkuk said, "Where are You" and God answered. Job demanded an audience and got one. Why must every prayer be answered with silence, or at best a whisper in the cacophony of existence? I am weary from effort to rise up each day, to face the onslaught of life. I have studied and searched, lived through the dark night of the soul, watched all my elders/mentors but one fall away. I have searched the eyes of strangers in crowds, looking for a hint of recognition, of understanding. I have been "pat" answered to death by professionals who, when pressed, have no understanding of what they say.

There is only one I seek, and to quote Rich Mullins "HE is playing hard to get"

There are more psalms that complain to God, than ones that praise Him. I think He wants us to wake up and get real with Him. Look at Job; God was not afraid of Job's questions, or his anger. No, Job didn't directly get the answer to his questions, but he got all the answer he needed.

After all my years of study and searching I KNOW less now than when I started. Maybe that is just where He wants me. Here's Hope ing