I listen to conversations: I hear about the boastful
professor's discoveries or the woman who has gone through a divorce. I am
fascinated by movement: the raindrops like snails making their way across the
window in the car, or the musician carrying his instrument in the airport. I
must write it down if it feels like a mosquito bite that I have to scratch. I am
starting this blog to show you the starting place for a lot of writers: that thing
we must write down. It will be like getting
a look inside my journal. Not surprisingly, this will be scary for me. Some
of it will be poetry, some of it story, and some of it thoughts. I am
a Christian so my faith will often be woven into my writing. I hope you enjoy
reading this blog. My first entry is below:
The chorus sang behind me.
Their voices are barren tunnels.
You pour the drink till there is a holy pool in your liver.
Hallelujah to no king, you say.
Instead it’s a quick aahhh...
Just another dollar to go there…
That’s enough for it all to feel like thorns – a daring act.
