Rise up, obligations, devotions unclear,

hot shower, it’s pounding his scalp and slouched spine-

Surging anxiety  fights despair and fear,

dull hope and wish that it gets better with time.

Back home, he collapses while craving a beer,

falls asleep to a funny game show  “Whose line…”

The life he imagined is now dead and gone,

he’s lost all his dreams he can’t find a new song.



Blue-hued parasite,

feed from my hands

on the cold screen.

Heads screaming,

faces redder than my hair.

Leech a light and joy from me;

Then, relief and exhaustion

at extricating myself

as I collapse into the lazyboy.



Have a hazelnut scent coffee,

extra time for a friend to see-

my schedule has a place to bend,

all these are blessings in the end.


Simple lily in water glass,

the times when time will quickly pass-

simple quiet, my mind to mend,

all these are blessings in the end.


Forgiveness just at a request,

by the ocean at a wave’s crest.

He always knows start and the end,

all these are blessings in the end.


Family either blood or choice,

Freedom  here to use my own voice.

scratching a pet on their rear-end,

all these are blessings in the end.




He Knows

That swelling wave,

approaching trajectory yards

above my head-

you’ve walked on others like it.


Sting of rejection when I

unfurl my petals of transparency,

give a hand to a hand-

your same wound was worse.


Hurricane-force temptations

simultaneously pull, slam

I feebly resist, cry-

you felt the full force.


You know me,

you empathize,

you know me.




Jumped into life quickly,

with little sound.

Most of your world internal,

creativity’s gem found.


Sensitive to violence,

anxious at pain-

Going to go outside,

even with rain.


Soft, gentle countenance,

clothing melancholy and fear-

grow to be brave,

with the Lord’s own cheer.


Develop perserverance,

timid gifts to the world-

hold out your hand,

your fist uncurled.





You arrived, screaming,

to fluorescent light shock;

mother’s body surrendered,

no more womb block.


Had red cherub cheeks,

copper startling hair;

infant beauty in sleep then,

now adorn you with care.


Since a toddler, righteous anger

against injustice, abuse-

sword precisely slices motives

can see others’ ruse.


Convictions tethered fast,

to both heaven, and earth,

love the finer things,

with wit and with mirth.

Vain Labor


black, blue

scratch rapid,

feverish zeal

ignorant that it’s disappearing ink.


According to the grace of God given to me, like a skilledb master builder I laid a foundation, and someone else is building upon it. Let each one take care how he builds upon it. 11For no one can lay a foundation other than that which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. 12Now if anyone builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw— 13each one’s work will become manifest, for the Day will disclose it, because it will be revealed by fire, and the fire will test what sort of work each one has done. 14If the work that anyone has built on the foundation survives, he will receive a reward. 15If anyone’s work is burned up, he will suffer loss, though he himself will be saved, but only as through fire. (1 Corinthians 3:10-15, ESV)

One of My First Attempts at nonfiction

Humans have a strange fascination with our health and the health of our loved ones. Whenever you speak to someone, a morbid curiosity of any abnormality is often revealed. Ranging from that strawberry birthmark on their neck to the complex workings of the digestive system, people spend a lot of time talking about health.

With the variety of websites out there seeking to inform, even if the author themselves may not have substantial authority to give advice, we spend more time than health-care workers themselves on any diagnosis we learn we have.  Many people, with some embarrassment, would admit they have stayed up until 3 a.m.  perusing websites like Web MD.  They then proceed to click on as many websites as they can, cramming in any information they find.  If a self-professed expert has few if any grammar mistakes, and appears to cite many studies, what they put in writing appears to have credence.

Armed with our new information, we write our list of what we feel are our best options for treatment.  We quote what we have heard to our doctor.  If the doctor disagrees with our opinion, there can be the tendency to assume selfish motives of trying to profit off of us.   After all, didn’t we study on this?  Haven’t we picked up recommended books on what we think is wrong and what the solution is?  The people we read sound intelligent, and what they say resonates with our way of reasoning/intuitive conclusions. They have many anecdotes that are convincing.   It’s in print.  The power of things in print cannot be underestimated in their tendency to influence us.

How can a person know what’s true?  How can we check the validity of what we’ve read?  How do we know the anecdotal evidence isn’t fabricated?   How can we think critically and objectively about these things?

One of the goals of a school is to teach us to think critically.  They don’t  give us information to soak in and expel on a test that we then forget. A good academic regimen gives us the ability to understand the foundational logic, the why something is true.  The scientific method, while it doesn’t apply to everything one thinks and believes, gives you the basic tools to building upon prior knowledge.  This is an active learning process, rather than just absorbing things passively.

For those of you who have forgotten the scientific method, here it is:

  1. Observe something.
  2. Ask a question about it.
  3. Make a hypothesis about it, a tentative answer to the question.
  4. Conduct an experiment.
  5. Analyze the Data.  Form a conclusion.

To sum everything up, while it is important to inform yourself and discuss your healthcare options with your doctor, you want solid information as you both work together to your health.

P.S.  This article is obviously very awkward.  Nonfiction is the direction I am looking to getting published, with my main interest being toward school-age children.  I know the vocabulary needs to be age-appropriate.  Looks like one of my intensive study periods I tend to get into!